Job and Place-of-work - Page 71

I walk into the powerful and successful lawyer's office. Hell bent on getting a job at the best firm l knew, Lillian Fairbanks & co. With an outstanding resume and a vivacious charisma about me, I thought I would score big time on this job

The next day I woke up with a pounding in my head. My mouth feels like it was dragged halfway through the desert and then promptly stuffed with an old sandal before being dragged back again. Slowly the memories of last night float into my brain

"My little sister, Sadie. If I were to describe her, I would have to say she’s intelligent, funny, witty, caring, loveable, and very, very attractive. Yes, you heard me right, I genuinely consider my own little sister to be a real beauty

Knowing that I was closing tonight my workmate Kelly was dropping plenty of hints that she wanted to play when we shut

“Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes.” -Neil Gaiman, "The Sandman" *** October 31st, 6:10 PM: The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen

2 Days Ago "Ann-Alyssia Blue, come to the Principals' office." Everyone present in the cafeteria, graze seeks me out. Oh my God! Can this be any more embarrassing? To be honest, I am anxious. I have no idea why or what the new Principal wants me for

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Working at a Mercedes Benz dealership has its perks. First, I get to spend my time around such beautiful cars. Second, I get to spend time around beautiful women. Trophy wives to these rich men that give them everything they want except what the really need; a man to pleasure them

I was walking home again, the last day before Christmas holidays, and I decided to head into town before went home. As I passed through town I decided to take a shortcut through one of the alleys. Passing past all the low budget shops, one of them caught my eye

This is a true story, but it's not my story. Jennifer is an old friend. That's her real name by the way. I see no point in changing names "to protect the innocent" when I'm only sharing her first name and she's anything but innocent

This is a revision of my entry into CAW #23, for which we were to write something based on personal history. My story is based on a real place, a real girl, and some real events. There’s a basis of truth here, but my participation in much of this is “embellished”

Jan had a large hillside home and since her divorce someone had to keep up on the property. She found a handyman and had him doing some yard work in the afternoon while she did her office work

My Secretary Cathy is my lover in both the physical and emotional sense. Cathy loves almost everybody, especially those of us who salute her when she walks by. I have no other female lover. My wife certainly doesn't qualify anymore

Story will be a bit rough havnt written in a while Jim walked through the large glass doors, glancing at the email from his hopefully soon to be boss. A reference from his college had given him the lead for the job

Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her. She turned on the coffee pot, and had finished switching out the laundry when Rich came downstairs