Workplace Affairs Stories Novels & Stories

“Why? Because Julian’s a man and you’re a woman? I didn’t think you were one of those who discriminate by gender in the workplace.” Julian wanted to be an ostrich right then — stick his head in the ground and pretend he didn’t exist. His boss's unreasonable appearance was truly unbearable to look at. Isabella stared at Vincent like he was from another planet, then said patiently, “Sir, we’re currently embroiled in a workplace scandal. It’s all over the news. I can stay at my sister’s for a few days, then move out on my own.” She said it so reasonably that Vincent actually felt embarrassed to keep insisting. His jaw tightened, frustration flashing briefly in his eyes.

“Mommy, did you know someone at your company is going to have a baby?” Angela replied, “That I really didn’t know.” “But Mommy, you’re the boss. Even you don’t know?” Angela smiled. “Even if I’m the boss, I can’t ask about employees’ private matters.” “Oh, that’s true.” “But Mommy, Britney said that person used a test strip in the company restroom. Then it can’t count as a private matter. That’s a work matter.” Angela caught the key words and paused slightly before asking, “What happened? Tell me about it…”

And there are a bunch of women telling stories about me that never happened. What the hell? I have to put my phone aside and lean on my legs while I catch my breath. There are thousands and thousands of people talking about me. It's only been a full day since I was arrested, how are so many people interested in this? I'm sure I'm not the only man accused of sexual harassment and abuse at work, right? I'm still trying to recover when the door to my room opens without warning. I lift my head and see Aiden coming in, but he stops for a second when he sees me.

After I secure a hundred-million-dollar business deal for the company, I receive a commission worth a million dollars. When I'm off to ask for maternity leave, the intern, Violet Lintell, shoots a nasty glance at my belly. "You really are a capable one, aren't you? Many of us have participated in the project, and yet all of our commissions aren't as lucrative as yours even when added together." I can tell that she's being passive-aggressive right now, so I respond to her as patiently as I can. "President Kinsley won't skim everyone out on their commissions. I'm just receiving my own commission based on the salary standards." I never know that Violet gets massively triggered by my respon

"I'm just staying at Mr. Bornes’s house temporarily." The two colleagues exchanged a glance and slapped their thighs. "That makes sense!" "You must have had a tough time during this period, right?" My colleague's once critical gaze now showed understanding. "You've really been through a lot." I almost couldn't hold back the tears in my eyes, "It’s not that tough, I’m just serving Mr. Borne..." It appeared that slacking off and engaging gossip were irresistible tendencies for the workforce. Before the end of the workday, word had spread from the HR director down to the company receptionist, and everyone was aware of the reality of my "cohabitating" with the Osborn.

She removed her glasses and shrugged, "I don't know.. maybe you are too eager to actually go home, get drunk and get pregnant that you forgot you have responsibilities to this office." She sounded as a jealous bitch.. reminded me of Tanya, I swallowed and internally counted backwards from five to try and calm me down, "boss no..I sent you three articles.. about that child who committed suicide because she didn't pass.. about the new year wedding at the Loftas and then cops busting drugs downtown.. and all those were proofread.. I made sure of it." She put her glasses on again, "wait.. didn't you cover Steve the soccer player and Ace the politician?"

"Stop gossiping around and focus on your work. Be careful not to let Mr. Scott hear you gossiping here. We'll get into trouble if he does." The staff only dared to discuss such news during their breaks to pass the time. A group of young girls gathered together, whispering and gossiping. They were arguing about who the president’s actual wife and mistress was after reading the news. So, who was the actual wife, and who was the mistress? They were so engaged in the heated debate that nobody noticed the president's office door swing open. Laurence's gaze swept across the office. "Seems like you guys don’t have much to do."

I decided to keep it from him and call Ava instead. “You wouldn’t believe what happened at work today” I said to Ava after she picked up my call. “Omg, what happened again in your dramatic place of work— there’s always one drama or the other going on in that place” she says to me. “Well this one directly affects me” I huffed

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My name is Max Niemann. Today, our company landed a major project. To make sure everything went smoothly, I called my team into my office for a meeting. Just as we reached a critical point, I felt something strange down below. I looked down—and there Jean Garwell, my boss's daughter. I had no idea when she'd crawled under my desk. She'd already unzipped my pants and slipped her hand inside. So that's where she'd disappeared to. Earlier today, my boss had to go on a business trip for the project and entrusted her daughter to my care.