Workplace Affairs Stories Novels & Stories

“I heard some interesting news about you.” Jayden looked up from his phone. “About me? What is it this time?” he asked, slightly amused. The country’s rumour mill never failed to cook up outlandish stories about people in positions of wealth and power. They also seemed to have a tendency to target him and his family. “It says the Steele-hearted bachelor has brought a woman to the office, and it wasn’t any of the heiresses,” Oliver said. Jayden frowned. Already? It seemed he had to speak to some people at work about keeping their mouths shut.

They all come over and gather around her. Stella feel embarrassed and said, "What are you talking about? Don't speak nonsense." "How can it be nonsense? Now, the whole company knows that you had an affair with the president! Last time, when you got bullied in the company, Didn't he help you and directly transfer you to the secretarial office? If you don't have an affair with the president, why did he meddle in other people's business?" "Yes, if there is something you can tell us. We promise we won't tell anyone."

So, I'm being the only person being an only child who could afford medical expenses, coming from a humble background. Honestly, at the end of the day I'm going to have to think like half the company: that she and Nathaniel, my colleague who thinks he's great, are having an affair, but no, I don't want to. I don't want to be malicious and get into everyone's bandwagon, which according to rumors, in which each of them said about the type of girls that the two of them had interests, listening to the rest of the collaborators and employees about the type of interest, in which each of them said, in which someone told me of the gossip that was circulating around the company.

Later that week, thanks to the Boob Squad, we became aware of the accused offenders of the alleged affair: Sadie from our accounting department and Will from tax law. They were not only hiding a relationship, but were expecting. The story running rampant was Benjamin and his wife were at the OB/GYN for a checkup when they bumped into Will and Sadie. Benjamin’s wife told one of her friends about it, who told another, who told another, and so on, before it ended up in one of the biggest office gossip’s ear. You didn’t tell Sheila, Mr. Holloway’s assistant, anything that you didn’t want spread around.

I'm positive. Could this really be an accident caused by the men's salacious natures? "Have you gotten into any conflicts with the people in your life or at your work recently? Has something similar happened in the past?" the policewoman asked. There was a chance someone had hired Craig and Joel to do this. Gabriella thought about it, then said, "There's bound to be a certain degree of conflict at the workplace. As for similar incidents, something happened a few days ago. I'm not sure whether it's anything important …"

Haley flicked her hair, "But if you don't want to, then forget it, I'll ask someone else." "I'll go!" A round-faced girl stepped forward. "Manager DeRoss, I'll accompany you for lunch." “Then, then I’ll go too!” The other girl with glasses nodded. With the temptation of good food, and Haley lowering her stance, there were five people at the lunch table. They were all girls in their twenties, and when they gathered together, they chatted incessantly about various gossips within the company. For example, the manager and secretary of the technology department were having an affair, Maxine's husband from the customer service department cheated, and the deputy manager of the planning department h

I set down my bag, switched on my monitor and pulled up the correspondence I had been drafting before I left yesterday and tried very hard to be a person who was fine. The gossip came through the wall. My office shared a partition with the two administrative assistants who sat in the open plan outside it and they were not, as a general principle, quiet women. I had learned in three weeks that Brianna was engaged to a man she described daily as "not the problem, the problem is his mother," and that Jade had very strong opinions about the building's coffee machine, which she called "an insult in appliance form." I liked them both, I had no control over the fact that their voices carried.

He asked while he watched me pull the seat belt away from my body. “Sooner or later, they will find out about us and our daughter.” I shook my head. “Remember how Greg stormed the office and slandered me before my co-workers? I don’t want them to think that Greg was right that the reason we divorced was because you and I were having an affair.” Lucas’s hands gripped the steering wheel. “His affair exploded before he made a scene and accused you of infidelity.” “Yes, but people only remember the bad news, not the good ones. They don’t investigate and accept what they hear as the truth. I don’t want my co-workers to think I got my position because I was cozying up to the boss.”

He's probably worrying about how I found out about his illness, but I can't just say it's because I overheard the principal talking about it. It was before he transferred. The principal's a friend of my parents, so we've known each other for a while now. I was gonna go to his office because he called me, but then I heard him talking to a woman. They were talking as if they were friends, so she was asking him for a favour. She said that the kid she was taking care of had some kind of illness, so she wondered if it was possible not to force him into social events unless he really wanted to. The principal agreed, but I wondered what kind of weird kid the school was gonna take in this time, then

It made my job easier—though no less soul-draining. The real problem wasn’t the workload. It was the invisibility. To them, I was background noise. A shadow passing through their perfectly curated corporate lives. I didn’t crave attention. I just wanted to be seen as a person. I dropped my bag on the desk and picked up the sack. Over the years, one unexpected perk of this job was learning everyone's dirty little secrets. Postcards don’t lie. From disconnection notices to overdue credit card bills, some even used the office as their mailing address. A few of the married men here were hiding affairs—and mistresses loved waiting outside the building like it was a drive-thru for broken vows.