Workaholic Characters Novels & Stories

If this was any other time, Sean would definitely be too strong-willed to fall after Michael’s clearly provocative verbal attacks. However… Ray gave the man in front of her a careful peek, worry flashing through his eyes… Sean had not had any proper rest for a long time now. Over the past three years, he had morphed into a workaholic, finishing every week’s worth of work in three days. It would not matter if he only tried that occasionally, but Sean never stopped doing that for three whole years… all so he could take the four days he had freed up every week to run around everywhere, looking for the slightest of traces.

I knew he didn’t fully understand my work or the finance market, but his confidence that I’d do a great job only made me more excited about the idea. “I’m not looking for something at that level. I want something calmer, with flexible hours. I need to make up for all the years I lost. I haven’t taken a vacation since I started working—I threw myself into it completely, and now I need to slow down.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out why I’d turned into a workaholic for so long, but he didn’t ask, just turned his eyes back to the road. I wasn’t sure if Marcos knew I was hiding something from my past. His look hinted at something, but if he suspected anything, he never said.

"What is the current one? I'll try my best to never forget, we can order it too if you want." "No, this is already too much and I only have an hour before I get back to work." Gabriella nodded, going to tear open the package, "to be honest, I didn't think you'd accept to snack with me." "I needed a brief distraction from work, so you're in luck." "Why though, you never get tired of work, nor distracted to this extent. You wouldn't even take my calls during your work hours." "Right." Anderson sighed, realizing how much he's changed. He knew he loved his work with all of him but he could also feel himself slipping away from it. His workaholic dutiful self was gradually tearing off and he didn'

We quickly fell into a routine, and I looked forward to homework time each day. Arnav was different from his family members. Unlike everyone in the house, he didn’t talk much and he was always involved in his work. The man was a workaholic through and through. At night he never just relaxed. He’d either be talking on his phone or searching for something on the internet from the moment he came home, to the moment he laid down for the night. No matter how busy he was though, he always found time to tease me. Although he is a devil, I’d started to feel a little attraction to him. Being with him and that teasing he did, it was a part of my new routine. He cared for his family. One can see that i

Somehow he reasoned with his lover that he had returned to Geneva. He is not a man who is a workaholic but is crazy about making love. A little different from Anthony. Even though Anthony is having an affair, he is focused on work, including being a workaholic. El only has a handsome face but his brain is empty. He only knew how to order his men without doing anything. I never saw him dizzy or confused. He looks relaxed and enjoys the money from his hard-earned wealth collected by his grandfather. Sad, I feel sorry for Mr. Frederick. He has useless successors.

Alberich had not given his nod of approval to his daughter marrying Ryan again, he had accepted Ryan, so it would only be a matter of time before he agreed to their marriage. The client whom Silvia had been entertaining for two days suddenly placed two particularly large orders when he was about to leave, which left Silvia confused. The client said very sincerely, “I’m a workaholic. To put it bluntly, I’m a bit selfish. I always put forward work requests regardless of the time and occasion, and I would even call people when they're still asleep, regardless of the time difference, and ask them to get up and discuss the style with me if I have a sudden design inspiration. Many people who have

I said, eyeing his mug, “you should probably cut back on the coffee. You're turning into a full-blown workaholic.” Daniel smirked. “Me? Nah... I’m a functional workaholic.” I raised an eyebrow. “No such thing.” “Sure there is,” he insisted. “I drink coffee, I power through my work, and I still make time to hang out with you... So technically, I’m winning.” I snorted. “Yeah, well... you’re one late-night spreadsheet away from crashing in the middle of a meeting.” “Please,” Daniel chuckled. “I thrive under pressure.”

After three days of spending time in his office she started bringing her own stuff. Ploping her laptop in front, she worked as he screamed into phones and god knows what muttered to his goons. She realised, inside the four walls of office he was extremely workaholic. She hardly ever saw him relaxed and chatting with his people. He would be either clenching his teeth because someone didn't follow his order or carry his stoic face around the table where he worked for hours.

I wanted it to be perfect so she could be swept off her feet. In a couple of minutes, my car pulled into the firm’s compound, and the engine was turned off. I stepped out and made my way inside quickly. Just as I expected, some of the staff weren’t there yet. The ones who were at work were the workaholics who hated going home or having a little time to themselves. Each time they had a moment to themselves, they would surely come back to the firm and immerse themselves in work. I guess that was what made them happy.

“We’ve got the workaholics, the coffee addicts, and the gossip crew.” I smiled and laughed along with her ***