Workplace Fiction Novels & Stories

She continued proudly, "I'll tell you what. My new script's opening has been accepted, and they said they're going to sign the contract once I finish the entire script and there are no problems with it!" Vermont felt happy too when he saw the excited look on her face. Then, he asked, "What is the story about?" "It's a workplace drama." Felicity smiled as she spoke. "It mainly focuses on doctors. To be honest, Doctor Steven gave me a lot of inspiration and things to write about."

He didn't like hearing beeps when the conversation ended. The buzz around him did nothing to distract Conrod, who had returned to work. Colleagues bustled around, talking to each other. Everyone was doing something, someone was receiving a fax, someone was talking on the phone, someone was running around with papers, a vulgar anecdote was loudly told in the distance. Together, everything merged into a single monotonous rumble. Conrod always did his job ahead of schedule, so he had a lot of free time at work. Conrod considered it luck, his colleagues professionalism. He could have long ago become the head of the department in which he worked, and then, a few years later, rise to the top of th

I аlrеаdу ѕеnt a message tо mу bоѕѕ and tоld hіm what was happening ѕо I’m nоt еxресtеd аt wоrk thіѕ wееk, but I wonder whаt’ѕ gоіng оn іn thе оffісе today. It fееlѕ nаughtу tо bе іn a bаth rеlаxіng whеn thе rеѕt оf mу colleagues are probably rасіng around, fighting fоr рrіmе stories, kіѕѕіng аѕѕ, аnd rероrtіng their buttѕ оff.

I am not exactly a charming person but I will try and I will succeed because when I really want something, I go after it with everything I have got. Now I will be going after this. I made myself the espresso and sat down back to read the documents. The rules were pretty much things I expected in an office. No dating of co-workers, no inappropriate dressing and no discussing the value of the paintings in here with outsiders. That’s sort of inappropriate to do anyway but what brought about that rule? Is it that armed robbers and shit like that have been in here before. I shivered just thinking about it. I swear and I hope that I am wrong because if not, I am out of this job and I will get anot

This was definitely my favourite part of the day, we argued about the pettiest things and that’s what made me love our friend group. After that we went back to our work, heads in our computers, not ready to take any attitude from our bosses who could be a pain in the ass even when it was totally unnecessary. They complain about every flaw and expect it to vanish the next second. I was tired of them, especially Mr. Fitz who treated me like I was something scraped out of the trash can. My friends always insisted that he felt intimidated by my skin colour. I didn’t know how true that was, but I guess I believe them since they started working here two months before I did-so maybe they knew somet

She was fainted Tha-wait. You gotta be kidding me Daphne! She didn't even have a chance to know that Anastacius was there at the incident that day unless she was faking being unconscious. Damn, she faked it! She didn't faint, she was wide awake that day and she didn't even bother to save me or she already knew that they weren't harmful. That Dylan and microwave guy. Don't tell me...........don't tell me that it was just a plan. Fucking bitch of an author who told you to turn a Romantic Novel into a thriller one.

My body trembled with fury as I shouted at Karen. "What exactly did I do wrong for the company to fire me? And you—what gives you the right to spread disgusting rumors about me?" Karen shot me a disdainful glare, her face full of contempt. "You abandoned your seriously ill, bedridden in-laws and used the money meant for their medicine to splurge on yourself. You dress yourself up every day, trying to dump the husband who's done so much for you. What company would dare keep an employee like you?" I had no idea what method Karen used to convince everyone to believe such an absurd lie. But she'd relied on deception and manipulation to act like a tyrant here. And I absolutely would not tolerate

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This novel is original and a pure work of fiction. Every character in here is completely fictitious and is born of my imagination. Any resemblance to real name, person, or event is purely coincidental. Enjoy reading.) ..................... At the CH Advertising and Design: It was a monday morning. All the employees were busy doing their work there. But the girl who was sitting inside her cubicle, seemed to be lost in her own world. She was an intern business design analyst here. Though she was good at her work, no one really appreciated her for her hard work. But it was her fault that no one wished to sit or talk with her. She deserved it. No one ever talked to her except for

I decided the same rule applied in reverse, and I let myself simply lie there instead, his arm heavy across my waist, refusing to turn the moment into something smaller by naming it too soon. We worked near each other for most of the morning, him at the small table with his laptop, me curled on the sofa answering programme messages, and it wasn't like the long-distance calls at all. I reached over and stole his coffee without asking. He touched my ankle under the table without looking up from whatever he was reading. He kissed my forehead once on his way past, and I complained that he was interfering with productivity. "You crossed continents voluntarily." "I didn't realize there would be wo

That was all it took for the hunger to come roaring back. Work at the café was hell. Every bend to grab a cup, every stretch to reach the top shelf made my short uniform skirt ride up, reminding me how sensitive I was. I kept sneaking to the bathroom during breaks, locking the door and frantically rubbing my clit through my panties until I came in quick, silent gasps. My panties were constantly damp. I texted Daniel constantly. “I came twice this morning thinking about your cock.” “My pussy is dripping at work. I need you so bad.”