Our Overtime Novels & Stories

“The restaurant operates from 10 am to 10 pm, Monday to Saturday. For the initial month, I am assigning you to the morning shift until you become familiar with the operation, so I expect you to arrive by 9:30 am from tomorrow onwards. On Sunday, since most of the office is closed, we don’t get many walk-in customers, but we do get delivery orders, so we work till 4 pm on that day.” “If you choose to work on Sunday—since I can’t make you work seven days a week—you will be paid overtime per hour,” Asher explained. Asmaira interrupted him, her voice eager, “How much for an hour?” “Five dollars per hour,” he replied calmly, though taken aback by her evident enthusiasm for overtime. “I am in.” “A

he replied. “So… I’m not your greatest gift?” I asked teasingly. “I mean… the gift of a file?” he said laughing again. I couldn't help but laugh. I resumed work on Monday, the office buzzing with the low hum of productivity. Applicants trickled in for interviews, each one eager, some nervous, others confident to the point of arrogance. Production was moving smoothly, and I noticed some workers staying overtime, their determination clear, after all, I paid hourly, and extra hours meant extra money. It was a good incentive, enough to keep them motivated.

I worked for a multinational corporation and earned more than ten thousand dollars a month. I could earn up to 20 thousand dollars if I worked overtime. Working overtime was taxing and laborious. One had to continuously go on business trips. For the sake of earning overtime pay, I almost ended up becoming our company's model employee. This was the first time I had applied for such a long leave from work. My department head looked at me approvingly. "You're finally getting some long overdue rest."

Lin Zhiyuan said with concern, with an elegant and charming smile on his face, which makes people look very comfortable. "The New Year is coming. Some employees quit their jobs and go home for the Chinese new year, so the company has a lot less staff. The company has a lot of projects to do and some goods to catch up, so there is no way but to work overtime!"Huang Xin shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and said, "but there is overtime pay. You can comfort yourself." When it comes to money, she found that nothing is more real than money, because money can buy what you want and make you happy and satisfied.

he announced, adjusting his pair of rimmed glasses at the bridge of his nose. Jake nodded in response, and as Felix turned to leave, he heard his boss announce from behind him, "Tell the employees that they will be working overtime tonight." He stood up, grabbed his coat, and strided out of his office majestically. Felix felt a shiver run down his spine. This had been going on lately for over a week at the company, and it was all due to the shortage of employees, thanks to the boss, who had been going about firing the employees even for the slightest mistakes they made.

Thea swore and assured them. These employees’ income mainly came from overtime. Their average salary was around 2,000 dollars. Without working overtime, they could only earn about 2,000 per month. Working overtime would allow them to earn five to six thousand and sometimes even reach seven to eight thousand per month. Although it was exhausting, many people were willing and looking to work overtime in factories.

I close for the day and step out of my office to issue similar instructions to Neil. "I was already wrapping up," Neil replies, adjusting the glasses perched on his nose. "Please expedite the recruitment process. I don't want you working excessive overtime," I instruct. "I'm grossly overpaid for the extra time I'm putting in. I'm not complaining," Neil responds. "I am," I counter. "I want you alive, Neil. Don't burn yourself out on me. No amount of money is worth the adverse effects of overworking on your health," I tell him.

I took the envelope from my pocket and waved it in front of everyone. “Officer, this is the Christmas bonus Mr. Clark gave. I accidentally took an extra one.” As I spoke, I opened it. When I saw the “24-Hour Overtime Voucher” inside again, a cold smile formed on my lips. “This was specially prepared for me, wasn’t it? “So that I work overtime, and you get to fool around with my wife without restraint?”

He concealed his identity and joined the company from the very bottom as a salesperson, earning the top sales award for three consecutive years through his own abilities. "From today onward, Alex will be officially taking over the Waverton branch of Lincoln Group as the General Manager!" Thunderous applause immediately erupted, filling the banquet hall. Everyone joined in, clapping wildly, whether they were sincere or not. I straightened my clothes and slowly made my way up the stage under Max's teasing gaze. Taking the microphone from Dad, I swept my gaze across the awestruck faces turned toward me. "Thank you for your applause. "The first thing I will do upon taking office is to abolish th

I want freedom—not life as a monitored prisoner! I could only laugh in exasperation after looking at the post. There was no mandatory overtime policy at our company. I had even issued a direct order prohibiting meetings after 5:00 pm to ensure all employees could leave on time. They simply chose to work overtime because the overtime compensation was excellent. I found Bianca's so-called claim of being watched to be absolutely absurd. I had never made the shuttle service mandatory, as every employee had the right to refuse the ride. Those people in the comments section were completely unaware of these facts, though.