Workplace Fiction Novels & Stories

Ravyn said again. Betty sat with this for a long moment, both hands wrapped around her coffee cup, staring at approximately the middle distance between herself and Ravyn's desk. Then she looked back up with the expression of someone who had arrived at a conclusion. "I need you to know," Betty said, "that I have worked in this building for four years. I have seen a significant amount of drama. Mergers, departures, two different instances of workplace romances that ended catastrophically, one occasion where someone's spouse showed up at the office Christmas party in circumstances I will not describe but that remain legendary. And I am telling you, with complete sincerity, that nothing—nothing—

"Before you came, she was always around the boss like she was his girlfriend or something." I laughed. "I know, right? It's like she's auditioning for a fashion disaster movie." As our conversation meandered into gossip, we couldn't help but share stories about our coworkers. "Did you hear about the drama between the Tom and Sarah?" Susan asked, leaning in. My eyes widened. "Oh, spill it all. I love workplace drama." We giggled like schoolgirls, trading rumors and speculation. It felt good to let loose after a long week of keeping up appearances. I felt at peace. This we're things I was supposed to be doing with Olivia, and now I was doing them with someone who wasn't my family.

I kicked off my heels. I slipped out of my tight work trousers. Then I removed my underwear. I curled up on the sofa. I let myself relax. Audio slows me down. It turns everything into an experience. I like letting the story unfold. I don’t rush it anymore. This time, I picked a workplace story. Two coworkers giving in to temptation. They were on a work trip. A hotel made everything easier. I didn’t grab my vibrator. I wanted to take my time. I put on my headphones. I let the story pull me in.

We had never fought this long as far back as I could remember. I just wished that I could look at him and only see the CEO title. Period. Not a man who made me ridiculously self conscious and made me care so much. I had heard several cliché stories of workplace romance but few had good outcomes. Right there and then, I vowed not to become one of those. I went to the bathroom and doused my face with cold water. Well that helped a little. Now, if only I could just as easily wash my feelings away. My phone beeped with a message from my mom. It was an update on dad’s health.

Alisa - Stryga Inc, her office Before entering my office, I stroll down a short hallway and pass my assistant’s desk. Official-looking diplomas and the like hang on the wall behind her. I catch a glimpse of F* reflected in one of them as she turns off her tablet and looks up at me. Does anyone even consider this company an actual workplace? Every employee is a glorified receptionist, and most of them dawdle their time away in front of their computers without doing any real work. When did I become the most diligent person around?

I rushed into the elevator and the more it descended the more workers piled in. The atmosphere in the building was stifling, almost like a prison, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy for the other workers. Their vibrant energy filled the air as they bustled about in their cubicles, exchanging laughter and lively chatter. It was a stark contrast to my solitude, and I longed for the camaraderie they shared, the buzz of conversations sparking connections and igniting the day with a sense of community.

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I slumped on my office chair, it was getting more and more depressing coming into work without Leon. He wasn't doing great either, he might say my whole life was around the police but his was as well. When you spend ninety percent of your time at work it's hard for it to suddenly stop. He was getting worse, I was at nans yesterday and when I got back to him he hadn't showered, still in the same position in bed. "Lexie," Williams nodded towards her office. I took a deep breath as I walked in, I don't think I could deal with anything else. I gave her a weak smile, completely drained.

Time seemed to be moving more slowly as we drew nearer to the water beneath us. 3. Winning my sixth grade spelling bee... I tried blocking out the excruciating pain screaming at me in my ear, every second we were plunging further and further down. 4. Art classes with Miss Miller... The blocking worked and I felt the contact with the water as our car fell in. 5. Bedtime stories with my grandmother... I jerked forward at the impact it created 6. Becoming class president in fourth grade... The impact was so strong I could feel my neck crack as it got jerked back.

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