Workplace Novels & Stories

There is no such thing as an eternity in the world; everyone has a limit, whether it is money or a person’s life. I stepped out of my room and headed for the elevator, where I was sure my parents were waiting for me on the fourth floor. Even when they’re at home, they’re still working for my benefit, so I sometimes don’t think of our large house as a home but an office housed. Is it weird that they still work there, even if it’s not their place of employment? They should not enter work at home because they have different purposes. While at work, they’re there to make a living and at home, they’re supposed to relax.

ARIA’S POV As I step into the sleek and modern lobby of Wellington Enterprises, the atmosphere exudes an air of professionalism and sophistication. The walls adorned with abstract art and the polished marble floors reflect the company's commitment to excellence. Busy employees move purposefully about, their attire crisp and professional, adding to the ambiance of a well-established corporate environment. As I make my way to the meeting room, passing through rows of cubicles and glass-walled offices, I can't help but be impressed by the efficiency and orderliness of the workspace. It is evident that Wellington Enterprises prided itself on maintaining a high standard of organization and produc

" Can you take me to your boss's office, I want to see him first before going to his apartment, does he work on Saturday?" "My boss works every day of his life in his office, he doesn't have a day off". he said and made a U-turn driving to Jayden's company. Soon, they arrived at the building, Maya was amazed by the skyscraper, so she went inside with the driver and was surprised to see a lot of workers occupied with their work and moving to and fro. " What a heartless man, he even makes his staff work on a free day, so annoying". she scoffs and the driver interrupts her.

I explained. We were now eating in the canteen, which was quite crowded today. Many people greeted me because they recognized that I was a Del Real. I found it fun that other employees were asking to take pictures with me. I hugged them and felt glad they were happy to see me. The workplace environment at my dad's company is excellent, and it's clear that there is no toxicity; everyone is cheerful and kind to each other, even if they don’t work in the same department.

Work was a blur. Keeping my face expressionless, avoiding contact with my coworkers, and acting as though I hadn't just experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life, I spent the majority of the day in my office.I gathered my things and departed the building to take a bus home when work finally ended.

Third Person POV Friday Morning The Office The entire floor buzzed like a shaken soda can, the pressure of the day crackling through the hallways. Phones rang. Heels clicked. The lattes were double shots. Every employee moved with urgent precision, knowing today was not the day to slack off, chat by the copier, or breathe too loud. Big wigs were coming.

Mortgage starts the following Monday. 4. Do not steal food. I don’t have time to deal with petty fights over missing yogurt or stolen pizza slices. If caught, you will pay double and cook for your victim for a week. 5. Respect the WiFi. Your priorities are work emails, research, anything productive, and connecting with your family. Your internet browsing history will be monitored regularly. 6. There should be no workplace gossip inside the apartments. Any drama that spills into the office will result in you being the next topic of discussion.

About the weight of being seen in ways you didn't choose and can't control. Priya smiles like I've said something sweet. The rest of the day passes in the specific altered atmosphere of a workplace in which the boss has done something everyone is quietly excited about but knows better than to mention to her face. The energy is different — not quite festive, but lighter somehow, as if someone has opened a window in a room that's been sealed too long. People smile at me in the hallways. People who have never spoken to me before find reasons to stop by my office. Someone from accounting asks if I need help with anything. Someone from facilities offers to adjust t

Xavier’s words rang in her ear again and again. (THE MOST IMPORTANT RULE, AT THE OFFICE, YOU ARE JUST MY WORKER, NOT MY WIFE. NOT EVEN A RELATIVE, YOU DO NOT KNOW ME AND IF YOU BY MISTAKE TELL THE TRUTH, YOU WILL RISK THAT WORKER’S JOB. I’LL BE WATCHING)