Why Does 'Work Rules' Emphasize Transparency In Workplaces?

I am born lucky. One can say I'm a money magnet. I'd even win a car when buying a can of soda. The company relies on the numbers I pick to win bids. We go from the brink of bankruptcy to the third-largest company in the city. Then, during a business trip, I casually buy a lottery ticket and win 3,000 dollars. The newly hired finance manager, Owen Pearson, immediately demands that I turn over the entire prize. When I explain that I bought the ticket with my own money, he flies into a rage. "Any profit generated during working hours belongs to the company! Who do you think you are? How dare you refuse to follow company policy? If you win three million dollars after work, that's your business. But if you win three dollars during work hours, that's company property!" I can't be bothered to argue with him, so I call the CEO's fiancée, Macy Sanford. To my surprise, she agrees with him. "He has a point. If the company hadn't paid for your business trip, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to win the lottery in the first place." Owen is even more smug as he orders, "Just hand over the money. The 3,000 dollars will be deducted from your paycheck, and we'll deduct another 30 thousand dollars as a penalty for embezzling company funds. That should teach you a lesson." I tighten my grip on the lottery ticket and say nothing more. One week later, the company participates in the biggest bidding project of the year. Everyone turns to look at me, expecting me to provide the winning numbers. I simply smile and say, "Sorry. I've already resigned. I have no obligation to fill out the bid proposal anymore."

"Call me only as Sir, or I will spank you hard." He continues, moving his lips down to my neck. The heat from his touch is like an inferno that builds inside me. One night of surrender. Only names. No promises. No restraint. She gives herself to a stranger who knows exactly how to take control; commanding, intoxicating, unforgettable. Until she’s summoned to the CEO’s office. The man waiting for her is the billionaire founder of More, a global meal-kit empire. A visionary chef with a flawless public image, a ruthless business mind… and the same commanding presence that once had her kneeling to his rules. He’s her boss. And he remembers everything. As the company’s marketing manager, she should keep her distance. But his authority extends far beyond the boardroom, and every order, every glance, every quiet moment behind closed doors reminds her how easily she gave him her control. Because beneath the tailored suits and culinary fame is a man who thrives on dominance and a dirty secret that could destroy his empire if exposed. She should walk away. Instead, she’s tempted to submit again. And this time, the cost of giving in could be far more than her heart. A dark, seductive billionaire workplace romance filled with power, control, forbidden desire, and secrets that taste far too good to resist

Irene Ang is doing everything she can just to survive. Alone in life, with no family to lean on, she’s nearly breaking her back working just to avoid the shouts and scoldings of her perfectionist boss. But it isn’t just work that’s making her life difficult. After years of playing the fool and enduring so much, she caught her boyfriend with another woman. At the very party she had organized herself. Yet in the middle of her chaotic life, there is her boss, Tirso Gotiangco, a CEO, billionaire, cold, calculated, and intimidating. A man who doesn’t care about feelings, only results. As long as you’re productive, you’re useful. If you fail, you will truly hear the most painful words from him. And to him, Irene is a liability. Weak. Someone who doesn’t belong in the world they live in. They don’t get along. They never have. But with every night they spend together because of overtime, during presentations, and in elevators that suddenly feel too small when they're together… something is slowly changing. Irene learns to stand up for herself. And Tirso? Maybe he isn’t as heartless as everyone thinks. He’s powerful and untouchable. She’s hurting and trying to rebuild herself. Until one mistake changes everything, one night, one almost-kiss, one decision that could destroy both their careers. Irene promised herself she would never love again. But what if the man she despises… is the same one who would fight to the death to protect her? “She’s under my wing now. If you want her gone, you’ll have to go through me first.”

[18+] smut warning 1. You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person. 2. You will not sleep with anyone other than me until further notice. 3. You will only c*m for me. What's your rule, Skylar? You will guard my underwear when I am at the office. F**k, I like that. ********************************************** Skylar Stallion is an ordinary girl until the day she accepted her new job, and everything seemed normal until she met her boss. She didn't know there would be rules after the contract, nor did she know that she would end up submissive to Mr. Jenkin and at that moment she would lose herself in his control"

After returning from a business trip, I discovered that my wife had unexpectedly replaced the floor-to-ceiling window in her office with an entire wall of mirrors. When I questioned her about it, she looked at me with gentle eyes and smiled as she straightened my tie. "This way, when you come to keep me company during overtime, you won't have to fuss over checking your appearance. Don't overthink it. I had the nutritionist prepare some soup to help you recover. Drink it while it's hot." I found it strange. She was a career-driven woman who had always complained that my suits made me look too stiff and formal. Yet now, she had suddenly changed her tune. Still, I did not say anything. I simply smiled and walked over to the mirror, unscrewing the lid of the thermos. But the moment the hot steam rose into the air, two large oval-shaped marks slowly emerged on the previously spotless mirror. And in the corner, there was a faint smear of lipstick. I compared the height with a quick gesture and let out a cold laugh. 'A familiar height of five foot three and a C-cup. Office mirror reflections. How bold and thrilling.' I pulled out a tissue and calmly wiped the mirror clean before calling my assistant. "Get a renovation crew ready. Tonight, replace the mirror in Ms. Sutton's office with a two-way mirror. And notify the media. Three days from now, I'll be holding a live press conference downstairs."

At the staff meeting, I was singled out and criticized by the supervisor. The supervisor said that someone had reported issues with my work attitude and demanded an immediate explanation. My face was displayed on the big screen at the meeting, subjected to public scrutiny. Just as I was feeling overwhelmed, the face of our boss appeared in my camera frame."Tell me what’s the problem.”