#Overtime Tracking and Management System

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The Importance of Overtime Management in the Workplace

This infographic highlights the critical role of overtime management in creating a productive and balanced workplace.

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january 29 @ utah, 3-2 OT win

hi geno. this was inspo for today's.

sid is rounding into form and had several milestones in this game.

Zhenya understands why sometimes new guys mistake him for part of the equipment staff, or one of the trainers.

It’s been decades since your designation stipulated what types of jobs you’re allowed to have, even in the NHL. There are omegas at all levels these days, and the Penguins hire more than most. With Zhenya’s tendency to mooch around the training facilities in athletic gear, it’s never a surprise when a rookie or a new signing tries to hand off their gear to him, or stop him to ask a question about their rehab plan.

Zhenya’s too nice to turn up his nose and sneer, even though handling sweaty hockey gear even for a second makes him want to hurl. They never make that mistake more than one time anyway, not when they see the symbol on his badge or one of the more established guys comes up to poke fun at them for the misunderstanding. 

Zhenya doesn’t mind. He knows he dresses a little untraditionally for a contracted omega; the girls are usually decked out in skimpy dresses that wouldn’t be out of place at a nightclub, and the guys tend to either wear formalwear or mesh. Anything to stand out.

He hasn’t felt a need to stand out in a long time. It’s not like anyone who counts is going to forget what he’s got on offer.

The rest of the team omegas usually watch games from whatever room the team has set up for them. Zhenya goes sometimes, to mingle with the omegas with other teams he’s known for years and introduce himself to the newbies, but most games find him down in the lounge, taking advantage of the quiet and craft services to have some snacks and zone out on his phone.

He usually keeps the game on in the background, just to keep track of what the mood in the room is going to be after.

This road trip has been pretty ugly, but Zhenya’s watching raptly when Sid backhands in the overtime winner, and the manic smile on his face as the players all pile on him says it all.

He’s on the clock now, so Zhenya beelines to the trainers to get his knee looked at quickly and make sure the muscle he strained in the pickup game he went to last week is in good shape. He manages to skid into the locker room just before Sully starts in on his postgame pep talk.

The omegas always cluster at the far end of the locker room, out of the way of the cameras if they can help it. Zhenya ends up standing next to Evelyn, who gives him a pointed once-over, rolls her eyes, and turns to face the coaching staff.

Evelyn’s new, and she doesn’t like him. Zhenya doesn’t take it personally. Whenever the Penguins contract on a new omega, they always walk into the job thinking they’re going to shoot to the top of the pecking order, that the big prize on the Penguins will lay eyes on them and be so overwhelmed by their scent that he plucks them from the crowd and makes them his favorite.

Evelyn does smell nice, sweet and slightly fruity, like the jam Zhenya likes to stir into his tea. She’ll be popular. She’ll never be a threat, though.

Eventually she’ll come around. Zhenya’s charming and funny, and he’s been able to win over every omega the Penguins have hired over the last 19 years. She’s taking longer than most, admittedly, but he’ll figure her out before the end of the season.

Sid gets the helmet tonight, which isn’t a surprise. The commentary from the team is explicit enough that Zhenya can see the cameraman wincing.

Finally everyone calms down enough for the players to pick their omegas.

Zhenya’s never known how they decide who gets to pick one for the night. There are the obvious ones, of course, the game-winner or the goalie that kept them in the game or the guy who scored his first NHL goal. Outside of that, though, the team has some arcane internal system for deciding who gets a reward for any given game.

It doesn’t matter. Zhenya isn’t like the rest of the omegas, waiting to see who picks them, if anyone. A night off isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but an omega who goes too long without getting selected is in danger of getting traded, or sent to the AHL affiliate, or cut entirely.

Sid will pick last like always, so Zhenya watches the rest of tonight’s winners make their selections.

Ned and Petey, both of whom are far too faithful to their wives to utilize a team omega, cede their choices to Rusty, who isn’t. His grin is sharklike when he pulls two omegas along with him to his stall, and Zhenya snorts, loudly enough to distract Evelyn from where she’s staring at Sid to glare at him again.

Whatever psychic summoning she was trying doesn’t work. Karl picks her, which doesn’t surprise Zhenya at all—he knows everyone’s type. He swings her into his arms as she giggles up at him, batting her eyelashes. Zhenya smiles blandly at her when she shoots a poisonous glare over Karl’s shoulder, then moves his gaze to Sid.

“Boring,” Zhenya hears Tanger mutter as Sid gives to the staffer who’s in charge of writing down their choices Geno’s name.

“Smart,” Zhenya corrects, tilting his head just enough so that his scent starts to fill the room. “Sid gets best, he knows this—why change?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tanger says with an eye roll, but Zhenya doesn’t miss the way his nostrils flare.

Zhenya’s scent has always defied an easy description. There’s something marine about it, salt and wind and ocean spray, but with a base note that’s just on the verge of being unpleasantly spicy. It’s complicated, and it turns heads wherever he goes. Some people hate it, but some—a surprising amount of athletes—find it absolutely irresistible.

None more than Sidney Crosby, who’s making his way across the room, a huge grin on his face.

“Did you watch?” he demands, stopping scant inches from Zhenya. He’s still in his base layers, and if it were anyone else Zhenya would wrinkle his nose and step back, but he’s been conditioned into finding Sid hot no matter what state he’s in—and it doesn’t hurt that his own scent is especially sharp right now, citrus and sugar and gin making Zhenya’s mouth water.

“Such good goal, Sid,” Zhenya praises, watching as Sid’s chest puffs. “Best backhand, like, goalie doesn’t have chance. Great win for team, too.”

“Yeah,” Sid says, looking around the room with a fond smile. The guys who got omegas are all happy, of course, chatting with their picks at their stalls before staff shows up to hustle everyone into the showers and out to the shuttle, but everyone else smells happy too, relief and excitement saturating the air. “We needed it.”

Zhenya’s not a part of the team, not like the players are, but he takes pride in their successes and mourns their rough streaks too. A happy, chattering locker room settles something in him, especially after how dire they’ve been the last week.

“You get for them,” he says, redirecting Sid’s attention back to him. “Surprise you let them give you helmet, though.”

Sid shrugs sheepishly at that. The helmet isn’t meant for players like him, he’d explained to Zhenya years ago. For big milestones, sure, but it’s meant to recognize a guy who did a lot of little things right, or someone who’s been struggling and got the monkey off their back. Sometimes, though, the players insist, and Sid almost always gives in when his team wants something for him.

“Okay,” Tags says, popping up at Sid’s shoulder and smacking his arm. “C’mon, Sid, you know he’s a sure thing, you don’t need to flirt. We need to get packed up and get to the plane. You’ll get him back when we land.”

Sid looks ready to snap something unkind, so Zhenya reaches forward and squeezes Sid’s shoulder, and Sid relaxes, heading obediently back to his stall to strip off the rest of his gear.

Tags watches him go, shaking his head. “Pain in the ass,” he mutters, but it’s fond, just like everyone on the Penguins is when dealing with Sidney Crosby. “Hey, did I see JP at UPMC the other day? You thinking of extending after all?”

Zhenya hesitates, and Tags doesn’t push, giving Zhenya a kind smile as he rushes off to start breaking down the room.

Zhenya’s agent had been in town, it’s true. He’s been fielding calls about Zhenya’s contract status for months, now that Zhenya’s eligible to extend again starting in July, and he’d wanted to meet with Zhenya face-to-face.

He’d left their meeting frustrated, Zhenya knows. He’s not being a very helpful client right now.

He brushes those thoughts away and makes his way to the dry change room to throw sweatpants on over his compression shorts and grab his bag. He’s really looking forward to going home.

—

Technically, omegas and players aren’t supposed to sit together on the plane. There’s something about it in the code of conduct contracts everyone signs, to keep any funny business with team omegas away from team property, but when Sid snags Zhenya as he’s walking down the aisle towards the back and tugs him into the empty seat next to him, nobody has much of a reaction except for Ty, who shakes his head at Sid but keeps walking.

“Sorry,” Sid says, not sounding very sorry at all. “I just didn’t want you walking past everyone.”

Zhenya stares at him, unimpressed. He’s never had any problems with any of these guys. The last time a player joked about picking Zhenya before Sid was able to, Sid had practically dropped fang in the locker room and the guy had been traded a week later. Nobody who’s sitting on this plane is going to give Zhenya a hard time or look at him twice, not after a game like that and with the way Sid’s smelling. “Okay,” he says, making sure he sounds exactly as skeptical as he feels. “So, what we do?”

Sid’s eyes drop to Zhenya’s mouth, but before Zhenya can say a word he shakes his head and leans down to dig through his bag, pulling out his iPad. “Want to watch something?” he says, offering the tablet to Zhenya. “I haven’t watched any more episodes of Severance after the ones we watched together.”

“Me too, was waiting,” Zhenya says, grabbing the iPad and scrolling until he finds the right app. Sid’s found Zhenya’s headphones, a too-expensive pair Sid bought for him a few years ago, and when they’ve got the audio figured out so they both can listen they settle into their chairs.

Sid’s warm against Zhenya’s side, and he smells fantastic, strong and masculine and like a winner. Zhenya shifts in his seat and tries to focus on the show, but his mouth is watering and he thinks he’s getting wet. If Sid notices, he’s too polite to comment on it.

They have to wait until they’re back at Sid’s house. Sitting together is one thing; Sid gets rules bent for him all the time. Starting something with the team all around them, though, might actually have consequences, and Zhenya’s not willing to risk that.

He misses most of what happens in the show. From how Sid’s scent grows, though, he’s not doing much better. They’ll just have to re-watch these episodes some other time.

—

Sid’s restless by the time they touch down at Pittsburgh International. Zhenya spends the last hour of the flight with his hand covering the back of Sid’s neck trying to pump calming pheromones at him, but it’s pretty much a lost cause; he even snarls at Kris when he walks past their row.

Kris just rolls his eyes at them. Zhenya grimaces apologetically and thinks to himself that probably this is why omegas aren’t supposed to sit with the players that picked them on the plane.

Sid bats Zhenya’s hands away from his own carry-on and shepherds him off the plane, practically tripping in his haste to get them both to his car. Zhenya barely manages to toss his keys to a staffer; they’ll get his own car to Sid’s house for him to use in the morning.

If Sid lets him leave tomorrow. Sometimes he doesn’t. That’s not technically allowed either; an omega’s obligation ends after twelve hours, but nobody can dictate what Zhenya does in his off-hours—or who.

Sid relaxes once he’s got Zhenya tucked safely into his passenger seat. The further he drives them away from the airport, the more his shoulders come down, and once they’re pulling into his garage and the gate is closing behind them he’s practically jovial again.

“It was a pretty good game, eh?” he says, hauling their bags inside and dropping them unceremoniously in the mudroom. Zhenya considers making a fuss—he’s got a lot of his nice clothes in there, after all—but for all that Sid’s finally stopped looking around for an active threat, he’s still practically vibrating with pent-up energy and hormones. Zhenya can bill him for his dry-cleaning.

“Great game,” he affirms, letting Sid tow him to the staircase. Sometimes Sid gets like this, needs his ego petted before he’ll let the game go and take his reward. “You get team working together, like, everyone on same page. I’m know you figure out what to do.”

Sid sends a smirk over his shoulder, and Zhenya shivers a little at the show of teeth, suddenly aware on a very primal level that he’s alone with a dominant alpha male that’s strong enough to take him down and keep him there without much effort.

Sid’s smile goes sharp at the turn Zhenya’s scent takes, and the click when he shuts his bedroom door sounds final.

Zhenya hasn’t made his living off reading alphas his entire adult life for nothing, though. He knows what it is Sid really wants tonight.

Before Sid can turn around from closing them into his room, Zhenya’s got him pinned against the door, wedging his hand around Sid’s chin and turning his head so Zhenya can see his face. Sid looks like he’s going to fight it for a second, but Zhenya grinds against him, rubbing his dick along Sid’s ass, and Sid lets out a long breath, deliberately letting his muscles go lax.

“And I figure out what to do with you,” Zhenya coos, trailing his hand down Sid’s torso until he can grope Sid’s dick through his jeans. He’s rock-hard, huge in Zhenya’s hand, and when Zhenya squeezes Sid growls, bucking his hips forward into Zhenya’s grip. “Yeah, you want it bad, I watch you all night and I think to myself, he’s play so good, superstar, I get to have him tonight.”

“Fuck,” Sid hisses through gritted teeth, letting Zhenya manhandle him back to the bed and shove him onto the mattress face-first.

Once he gets Sid naked, Zhenya spends some time groping his ass. He doesn’t get his hands on Sid this way all that often, so he ignores Sid’s whining to really appreciate it.

The omegas from other teams always giggle over Sid when they’re gossiping with Zhenya. He’s more than happy to share tidbits—nothing too personal, of course, nothing that would get either of them in trouble or result in bad press if it went public, but enough to make them jealous, make sure everyone knows what they’re missing out on. They couldn’t even dream of anything like this, though. Sid’s ass is everything that’s been said about it and more.

Zhenya reaches down to palm himself, taking the edge off a little. Sid figures out what he’s doing and struggles under Zhenya’s hold until he manages to flip onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to stare.

Zhenya’s got a big dick for an omega. It’s nowhere near even the most poorly-endowed alpha, obviously, but he’s proud of it, knows how to use it. When he fucks around with betas and other omegas in the offseason, he does his best to leave them panting and bow-legged.

Sid’s bow-legged enough on his own already, but he’s got a perverse fascination with Zhenya’s dick and balls. Has since the beginning, really, the first time he felt comfortable enough to hint around this as something he wanted sometimes. It turns Zhenya’s crank the way Sid practically drools over his dick.

“You want?” he asks, cupping his balls and tugging meanly, watching Sid’s mouth drop. “Yeah, you do. Big strong alpha, big important captain, everyone wants to say how good you’re play—what if they knew, huh? What if they saw how much you like getting fucked by omega dick? What you think they’re say?”

“Oh my god,” Sid whimpers, reaching forward. Zhenya slaps his hands down, baring his teeth when Sid moans and his dick twitches, drooling precome all over his stomach. “G, please, I need it bad.”

“I know, baby,” Zhenya croons, leaning off to the side to paw through Sid’s nightstand until he finds the lube. “I give to you, nice and hard like you’re deserve.”

Sid lets Zhenya turn him back over and tuck a pillow under his hips, spreading his legs obediently when Zhenya tells him to.

“Good boy,” Zhenya says, watching Sid’s whole body shudder. “I take care now.”

He opens Sid up agonizingly slow. Sid shivers and pants and sweats under him, squirming back for more as Zhenya gets one finger, then two, then three into him.

Sid’s always so tight when they do this. It’s a good thing he doesn’t like alphas, not even for an occasional dalliance, because Zhenya’s not sure there’s enough lube in the world that would let another alpha get at his ass.

There’s plenty for what Zhenya’s working with, though.

Sid’s practically incoherent by the time Zhenya takes himself in hand and lines up against his hole. “Take it now,” he mutters practically to himself, pushing until he’s inside Sid’s body.

He can feel Sid squeeze around him, an instinctive rejection, before he takes a breath and relaxes. When Zhenya pushes all the way in with one smooth thrust, they both moan.

Zhenya goes slowly at first, but when Sid fumbles one arm back and grabs his thigh, he tucks his head, braces his palms on the mattress, and starts to fuck him in earnest.

Sid always goes so, so quiet when he’s getting fucked. It had alarmed Zhenya the first time; he’d stopped, concerned Sid was in pain, or had changed his mind and didn’t know how to say it.

As if Zhenya could ever do anything to Sid that Sid wasn’t explicitly allowing.

Now, Zhenya focuses on his smell, the way the citrus blooms so heavy it’s overripe, almost rotten, the closer Sid gets to the edge. He runs his hands over Sid’s back to feel his muscles clenching and relaxing, the way his hips hitch into the pillow as he rubs himself off.

When Sid’s scent is strong enough that Zhenya feels like he’s practically drunk off the gin lacing through the orange, Zhenya slips his hand under Sid’s torso and squeezes hard where his knot would pop if he were fucking an omega.

Sid howls. His back bows to an almost painful angle as he comes. His dick kicks in Zhenya’s hand, pumping come out at an incredible rate, and Zhenya whines at the feeling, clenching around nothing as he fucks Sid through it. He knows what it feels like when Sid comes inside him, and the smell of Sid’s come kicks at something in his brain that makes him want to fawn and beg.

He grits his teeth and fucks Sid harder instead, holding him to the mattress with the full weight of his body until he grinds in one last time and comes with a grunt.

As soon as he’s got control of his limbs again, Zhenya pulls out and rolls to the side, making sure to give Sid space. They’ve learned the hard way that sometimes Sid’s body reacts in the aftermath before his brain can, and Zhenya isn't interested in spending 20 minutes trying to talk down an angry, hormone-addled alpha who’s got him pinned to the floor tonight.

Sid comes back to himself quickly tonight, and it’s not long before Zhenya finds himself in Sid’s arms, cheek rubbing against Sid’s pec as Sid plays with the hair at the nape of his neck. Zhenya purrs, going boneless at the answering rumble in Sid’s chest.

He’s practically half-asleep when Sid opens his mouth and jolts him back to wakefulness.

“Has Kyle talked to you about your contract?”

Zhenya freezes.

Some of the guys, like Tags earlier, have been tiptoeing around asking him outright. Trust Sidney Crosby to just rip the bandaid off.

The truth is, Kyle’s been asking him to sign for at least another year for months now. He wants Zhenya there for Sid, he’d explained; nobody else knows Sid as well as Zhenya does, nobody can get to him when he needs sense talked into him. Nobody could step into his shoes.

It’s the truth, which doesn’t make it less flattering. Zhenya’s still hesitating, though.

Sid clears his throat. “I mean. I know you’re probably…well, this is your fourth contract here, and I wouldn’t blame you if-—you’ve probably got offers from all over the place, right? You don’t need to stay in Pittsburgh.”

“Yes,” Zhenya says warily. There’s no such thing as tampering rules when it comes to omegas; teams are allowed to submit contract proposals whenever they want. JP’s got a filing cabinet in his office dedicated to the most outlandish offers Zhenya’s gotten over the years. The compensation packages aren’t as outrageous as they were a decade ago, but they’re still lucrative, and there are plenty to choose from.

He could go somewhere warm if he wanted. He could walk into a new locker room, one that’s closer to winning the Cup, and relive the manic adrenaline rush that is a run for the championship one last time. There are options that would cater to whatever whim he wants to indulge.

But…

“I figured,” Sid mutters, and his scent goes briefly sour. “I know that Pittsburgh isn’t…there are other cities. But I was wondering, maybe…I mean, I’d never ask you to quit, not if you didn’t want to, but if you’re thinking that maybe you don’t…” He blows a big gust of air out of his nose, laughing ruefully. “Sorry. This is coming out all wrong. But, I wanted to ask…” He tightens his arms around Zhenya briefly before loosening entirely, rolling Zhenya away from him until they’re face-to-face. “I was wondering, would you consider contracting with…with me, instead. Like, as my omega. Not mine, oh my god, you’re your own person, obviously. But—”

Zhenya lets him babble, staring at him wide-eyed.

Sid’s hinted at this for years now. Zhenya never really took it seriously—alphas say all kinds of shit when they’re knot-deep in an omega’s pussy and drunk on pheromones. Before Sid put unofficial dibs on Zhenya and he’d still get picked by others, he’d been proposed to probably half a dozen times. But…

Sid had emailed him this past August, just a few days before his own contract extension went public. They talk pretty frequently over the summers, just to catch up and chat, but this message had gone a little more serious than their off-season conversations usually do.

I don’t know how much longer I’m going to play, not really, Sid had written. I don’t want to be one of those guys that everyone looks at and shakes their head, like, why isn’t he retiring, doesn’t he see he doesn’t have it anymore—you know? I never want to go out that way. I do know that I don’t want to do it without you, though. Even if you decide to hang them up after you’re done, I hope you’re still around with me.

Zhenya can recite that email word-for-word. Sid hadn’t said a thing about it when they both got back to Pittsburgh for camp so Zhenya hadn’t brought it up either. He’s spent the intervening months wondering, though, and avoiding his agent’s increasingly irritated missives about giving Kyle an answer.

“Yes.” Zhenya interrupts whatever no doubt embarrassing nonsense Sid is stammering his way through. “Yes, I want. Want to stay with you. Be yours.”

[going-fanfics17]

"You promised you wouldn't let it get to you"

angst, established relationship, break up, harsh words, rm × reader. idol namjoon × idol reader.

(While namjoon is popular, successful, The leader of the biggest most popular boy band, his girlfriend on the other hand didn't have that luck and overtime it made a dent in the relationship)

They had always been each other's rock, support system, the person who they each turned to when things got hard but then it started, Namjoon kept on taking and taking and taking till Y/N had nothing else to give him. He strayed away from her and the distance became irreparable.

When they first met, they promised to support each other's career. When BTS debuted , Y/N cancelled her own idol practice to support her boyfriend. When they struggled with funds and to gain recognition, she withdrew money from her own savings and gave it to them. As they started to gain recognition, all she could do was feel immensely proud.

Her group debuted too and Namjoon was right there beside her, cheering for her. But luck wasn't on her side. Their music wasn't getting the attention it deserved. People weren't interested, they weren't invited to perform on shows, management was failing them and there were no promotions as well. Her and her members had to use their own money for production but the more they put in, the lesser they got back .

In the meantime BTS became popular, rich and successful. A global phenomenon and Y/N couldn't be prouder. But that's when it started. Namjoon started pushing her away, wouldn't want her attending his concerts, wouldn't want her at promotions, wouldn't come home, and stayed late at the studio. Y/N understood, she really did but it was becoming harder for her. He was never there anymore even when she needed him. She was losing her joon.

To Namjoon, he started taking her for granted, her love, her efforts for granted. He felt superior, successful and felt as if having a less successful girlfriend was embarrassing. He pushed her away thinking she was not cut out for the life of fame.

Y/N's group were facing financial difficulties so she hesitantly asked her boyfriend to lend her some money, promising to pay it back. He did at first cause he felt pity but soon it turned to disgust and one day, everything went to hell.

He was stressed out, angry and in a bad mood. Y/N just wanted to spend some time with him , she needed him, her group was on the verge of disbandment and she just wanted some comfort. But Namjoon misinterpreted it and said some really harsh words.

"All you do is beg me for money! When will you understand that you can never be as great or as successful as I am ! Honestly, it gets embarrassing to still be in a relationship with someone who is failing in every aspect of her life!"

Y/N froze. She didn't want money, she wanted comfort, maybe a few reassuring words but the things he said, it hurt. Shattered the last bit of hope and self confidence she was holding onto. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she spoke quietly.

"You promised you wouldn't let it get to you . You promised the fame won't get to your head."

Namjoon felt instant guilt. He just broke his promise because the fame made him egoistic. He broke the one promise she had asked him to keep. To never demean or belittle her efforts and to never let the fame ruin their relationship.

"Y/N - " he started to say and walk closer.

She took a step back. Namjoon stopped in his tracks.

"I get it," her tone shaky. "I am not as successful or famous as you. I will never be. My group is on the verge of disbandment and I just wanted to be held by the person I thought loved me. But you are not my joon. You are not the person I fell in love with!"

He stood there feeling ashamed of his words.

"You take me for granted, you take my love for granted, you don't love me anymore and that's fine. But the thing which hurts the most is that you don't respect me anymore."

Y/N looked away, her vision blurry. "I can't do this anymore. I have nothing else to give you. I will pay you back the money I took."

She walked into the bedroom and packed her bags refusing to let him hear her sob. She took her bags, ignoring her now ex-boyfriend's pleas for her to stay or how sorry he was. She walked out and finally cried, sitting at the side of the road.

Namjoon searched for her but he couldn't find her. She was gone and all he had was regret. He ruined the relationship in a matter of seconds.

----------------------------

5 years later -

Y/N , now a popular celebrity news anchor was set to interview Kim Namjoon, the superstar who had just gotten engaged.

The screen loaded as they both saw each other after years.

"Congratulations on your engagement Mr. Kim," she said with a sad smile.

"Thank you Miss Y/N."

[tsukimefuku]

Right, wrong and the in-between (Part 2)

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You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, mentions of violence and non-con/abuse among side characters, canon typical violence, some angst, some fluff, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 1.9k

Nanami had been tracking down this curse for what seemed like hours underground, and he started to become tired and annoyed. It was a little before 6PM, and if he didn't end it soon, he'd be caught up in overtime for the third time that month.

The sorcerer removed his tie and started to wrap it around his fist, just to be ready in case he needed to use his collapse technique.

What a bore, he thought to himself, as he kept walking underneath the streets of Shinjuku following the semi grade 1 curse through the sewers. This curse was detected that morning by an assistant that worked for Jujutsu High, and it was a yet unregistered one. It probably sprung into existence not long ago, and was using the sewage system to move around Shinjuku's area.

Nanami heard a faint noise of a possibly slimy large body dragging itself a few meters ahead. He pulled his blunt sword from its support, on his back, and started to walk quickly to meet the curse. As he turned the corner to the tunnel, Nanami was met with an unsightly vision. The curse was a giant crimson and black worm, covered in holes, and had no eyes, only six sets of arms spread across each side of its body, which it was currently using to drag itself around. Even if the thing was big, it moved rather quickly.

Nanami charged at it, dealing a 7:3 blow perpendicular to the ground, but the curse reacted swiftly and crawled its way around the tunnel, getting glued to the top. At that moment, it spurted a green, thick liquid in the sorcerer's direction, which he managed to dodge. The liquid started to slowly melt the ground it hit, leaving a deep hole behind. Nanami sighed as he saw his wristwatch marking 6:02PM. He felt his cursed energy output increasing, and jumped from the side of the circular underpass, bearing his blunt sword, in a new attempt to hit it. The curse sensed him, and once again, evaded his blow by letting go of the walls and hitting the ground. It started to make a run for it, and Nanami promptly followed suit.

As it turned left, so did he, and then — nothing. Nanami heard some ruffling above him, and saw a sort-of manhole for ventilation. The creature had lodged itself in there, and was trying to escape the sewer. From what little Nanami could make out of the grids that covered the hole, it was in a secondary street, and no one walked or passed by during the time he observed it.

He calculated his odds and decided to risk a 'collapse' strike to bring the worm curse down.

***

"Wow, what was that?" You asked Higuruma, yelling, as you both felt the ground tremble underneath your feet.

"Perhaps an earthquake." He answered, nearly screaming too to make himself heard under the club's loud music.

The moment the robe woman took the girl inside the building, you both followed them, just to find that the door auto-locked itself. The cursed energy traces were all over, and matched the ones found on the other scenes. Higuruma considered bashing the door in, but you dissuaded him, arguing it would be a bad idea if the woman was truly the curse user behind the disappearances. You had no idea what her ability could be, so you had to have a smarter and less confrontational approach. He sighed in agreement.

"Let's wait for the club to open and find them from the inside, okay?" It was your suggestion, and it was exactly what you both did.

Now inside, the place was dark, neon, sweaty, noisy and filled with an assortment of women spinning on shiny poles. You knew this was a club in the red-light district, but you didn't expect to be caught up in that situation with Higuruma by your side. One of the waitresses had already offered her services to him, and you had to hold your laughter at that scene while he refused.

"Come on, that seems to be the back part of the operation." He said, tapping you lightly on your arm and pointing to a more illuminated part of the club, covered by a folding door. You both made your way inside, when suddenly you heard an older woman's voice.

"Sleep."

You nearly fainted at that moment, falling to your knees, and Higuruma began to collapse just like you.

Shit, shit, shit! 

It was a cursed speech user, and you both fell right in her trap.

"Higuruma, run!" You shouted, as you conjured one of your grenades, putting your hands together, and threw it upwards, exploding a lot of dust around you both. He seemed to be more resistant than you, and started crawling his way out with the chaos that ensued, being able to get up and walk away, with all the people screaming outside from the blast and all the running around. He looked behind and decided it would be safer to pretend he left, just so he could avoid being imprisoned too, and squiggled his way under the bar counter, deciding to hide behind a few boxes of booze until the cursed speech effect had dwindled enough. Higuruma had to focus all his will into not passing out.

As you started to drag yourself to the door, a hand grabbed you from the back of your neck and bashed your head directly on the ground, removing all the air from your lungs and leaving you completely disoriented as you felt a drop of blood making its way down your face.

"I said sleep, now." The female voice grunted. You heard two sets of footsteps making their way to you, one carried with them the familiar robe, and the other seemed like a male pair of feet wearing sneakers. You couldn't lift your gaze anymore, as you fell unconscious.

***

"Hey, wake up." You heard, while you were tied to a chair, both arms to your back, separated by ropes, and both legs wrapped together. The woman was standing in front of you, smoking on her cigarette, and the guy was leaned over on the edge of the room. It kind of looked like a shady interrogation room, and smelled terribly.

"Ugh, this place stinks." You said, trying to weave your way out of the ropes.

"No use. I tied these up myself, and I have a lot of practice in doing so, honey." She answered, while puffing her cigarette smoke directly onto your face. "Where is that fella of yours?"

"I hope that he's miles away by now." There was a clock on the wall, and it read 6:25PM. You were out for just some time, thankfully. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, darling, I'll ask the questions." She slapped you hard across the face, leaving a bad burning sensation on your cheek. "How did you find us? Tell me."

The urge to speak suddenly took you over, and you had to bite your lip again in order to not rat out on Jujutsu High. 

"Feisty one, huh? Well, let's try it again." She leaned over to your ear, while you were completely helpless against her technique. "Who sent you?"

"Jujutsu Tech." You blurted out, defeated. 

"The what now?" She asked. This woman has no idea what Jujutsu Tech is? You figured out a couple of things from that. Matching the sloppiness of her kidnappings, this woman was probably a newly awakened sorcerer, unaware of the full extents of her power. Also, given she had no idea what Jujutsu Tech was, you could use that as leverage, being careful not to lie in case she pushed you to relay more information about anything. Her cursed speech seemed to be pushing people to do things, like sleeping, waking up, or telling them something, but it was much weaker than Inumaki's power overall.

"I'm a jujutsu sorcerer, like you, and I work with them. They're probably sending people our way as we speak, to rescue me. So… You should really let me go."

"Jujutsu? Hm." The woman seemed to contemplate her options for a moment. "Do they have the money for a ransom? Tell me the truth."

That urge again. It was pretty strong. "Probably," you spat out. What a fucking nightmare.

She smiled and said, "it's settled, then. Toshio, grab her phone and call... Who should we call to inform you've been captured and request the money, darling?" The woman asked, while looking at you. You thought about your options, and who could get there faster to your aid.

"Nanami Kento. Call him." I'm sorry, Nanami, but you're the closest and one of the smartest. Please, may you talk to Higuruma before you get here. 

***

As Nanami finished climbing his way out of the sewer, after exorcising the cursed spirit, he saw many people running out of a nightclub, screaming about an explosion. He felt residuals of cursed energy over the building, and grunted as he decided to investigate, given that he was already on overtime clock hours.

He went inside, and chaos was the word to better describe the scenery that ensued. Nanami started to walk around and search for more cursed energy residuals, as he stepped inside the same room you were attacked with Higuruma minutes prior, now empty, but with vestiges of your cursed energy all over. As he was ready to walk out, Nanami felt somebody behind him. He turned around, ready to punch the person, and found Higuruma still recovering.

"Not so nice to see you." Higuruma said, supporting himself by putting a hand over Nanami's shoulder and bearing a half smile on his face.

"Same to you." Nanami replied, unimpressed. "What happened? Where is she?"

Higuruma's hand tightened around Nanami's shoulder. "They got her. There is a cursed speech user here. We need to hurry."

Nanami tensed up immediately, even though his vacant stare was the perfect disguise for the anger that had bubbled up. "It's bewildering how you never fail to disappoint."

Nanami's phone rang, and it was you on the other side of the line. He pushed Higuruma's hand out of his shoulder as he answered it.

"Nanami, I've been captured, and I need help." You said. There was some fumbling on the line, and a man started to speak. "We demand a ransom to let her go." He then proceeded to demand some absurd sum of money and wait for a few seconds.

"Of course," Nanami bluffed, knowing that would be their best alternative for rescuing you, "but where and when should this… ‘exchange’ take place?" 

They gave him an address that was near enough to where he and Higuruma were currently, and said, "meet us there in half an hour, sharp". The line went silent, and he ended the call, inhaling deeply. 

"Accompany me and make yourself serviceable, for once." Nanami sharply said at Higuruma. "This is the place we have to go. Let's see, however, if we can get a few things sorted out before we leave."

Higuruma sighed deeply and agreed to work alongside with Nanami, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine. Let's do this."

They had their first encounter right after you saved Higuruma by injuring yourself in the process, due to Higuruma's irresponsibility, and Nanami held some kind of resentment against the man since then. Nanami was still reluctant regarding Higuruma’s acceptance as a whole — a curse user that had actually killed people before coming to Jujutsu High, had his sentence suspended, and acted irresponsibly with colleagues in the battlefield. 

"Help me locate something we can use to our ears properly."

[vintagehellfire]

All For Show | E.M

musician!Eddie x showgirl!reader

summary: 1955 New York City, where dreams come true. You get to dance and perform for crowds every night, bringing in good money for yourself and for daddy’s jazz club. The regulars love you, the women envy you, and the musicians are strictly banned from flirting with you (and the other dancers of course). This wasn’t a problem until your father up and coming musician Eddie Munson to perform at his jazz club. Eddie was the first man to catch your eye, and you the first performer to be worth his time, and your fathers wrath.

warnings: implied female reader, mysoginy, eventual smut, swearing, no use of y/n, nudity, drugs, smoking, slow-burn, alcohol, anger issues, controlling father, mentions of assault/implied assault (against reader), 18+ only. mdni

Chapter III: Nightmare

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Fear, an emotion so strong that it overtakes our bodies completely, an emotion so rarely felt to its fullest extent that when it seizes us, freezing up our bodies beyond comprehension,we can’t help but cower or fawn. Some of us might fight, we might even try to get ourselves out of the situation, adrenaline and cortisol pumping themselves through our system at lightning speed. Blood changes its flow to accommodate the sensations you feel in your heart and it becomes a physical entity that consumes without remorse. It shuts down your cerebral cortex and forces you to use your front brain to make lifesaving split second decisions that might even put you in more danger than you could have imagined yourself in. But fear also has a chokehold even after the imminent threat is gone, after the adrenaline and cortisol have subsided to more manageable levels, fear still chokes you like the noose around your neck on the day of your hanging. It might as well have led you to the gallows itself.

Luckily, while your fear would have happily led you to the gallows and watched you hang, a ghost of the person you once were, a brave man called out to it, stopping it in its tracks and freeing you from the noose that was tightening around your neck. You watched as his strong hands grabbed at the biceps of the lankier man who, just minutes prior, had you pressed against the wall, his hips digging into yours and his hands tugging at your pliant body in ways that no loving hands ever would. He swung the younger around with a hard and swift move, seemingly as practiced as the music he played. Not even a split second passed before a horrid crack resounded through the halls, bouncing off the walls with ease, making their way halfway to the dressing rooms. A cry of pure agony pierced the air as blood sprayed across the wall, a painful reminder of what could have been, of the fate that was to be bestowed upon you, and wrongfully so. You didn’t process what happened after your saviour had let out a valiant cry to protect your honour, you didn’t register the snark comments about how the musician was in a lavender haze*, or how you’d been referred to as a bitch. None of it was being processed by your poor brain. It was already working overtime trying to calm you down, to black out and suppress the events that were about to transpire, and yet you fought it, you fought it until you knew you could be safe.

“I told you to go shag, what do you not understand?” Hissed a voice near you, red hot anger seething with every word. A venomous forked tongue hurled the words with such sharpness that they could have cut, and had it not been for the splattered crimson across the white hall maybe it would have been easier to convince yourself that this was nothing but a fever dream, alas, that was not, and wouldn’t be the case — it was too real. “If I fucking catch you with your hands on ‘em again, you’ll rue it enough to pull the Dutch act*, I promise.” With a violent shove the taller man sent the ginger flying down the hall and to the front room, a hawk’s eye on his back, as if ready to fling a switchblade into it at any given moment. Kip, however, did not turn back - young and dumb, and yet he knew enough to keep from angering beatniks with a short fused temper. In the same split second that the redhead disappeared, the honey eyed man turned to you, encasing you in his own personal bubble, the woodsy scent overtaking you. You recognised it as Chanel’s Pour Monsieur immediately — nothing like it was currently on the market. Whether this was a facade to look good, to keep appearances, or whether he actually enjoyed the perfume, it wasn’t clear - not yet.

“I-I-” you began, voice cracking with every vowel that dropped from your lips, weighed in lead and rusted iron.

“Oh, bunny*.” The man cooed, hard gaze softening as he took a step closer, becoming all the more intoxicating, butterflies erupting in your stomach, inside’s ablaze. Graduating from sweetheart to bunny in a matter of moments - now you knew, you had a confirmation of how he saw you, and it was no longer just a one sided affair. “Oh, sweetheart, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” Concern was to the brim in his voice, barely contained in whatever space he had designated for it — there was no hiding this, not in the least, not this time.

“N-No, he didn’t get to lay much of a hand on me.” You confirm. “I mean he,” you swallowed down the lump that threatened to build in your throat, a bile that would spill out if you so gave it the chance, “He did push me against the wall and choke me but that’s as far as he got.” You looked towards your feet in shame, not daring to make a single move towards the musician. What you were nervous of was unclear, there was nothing in particular to hide, nothing that he hadn’t witnessed himself, but there was that slim chance that he would think you were asking for it. He’s seen you perform, he’s even been given his own personal show. Whether he is aware of it or isn’t is another matter entirely.

“That does not make that okay, you understand me?” His attempts at confirming that you knew you weren’t at fault didn’t fall on deaf ears, in fact it created a wave of emotions that you had no option but to let crash over you, and so you embraced it. The dam snapped like a twig under the pressure of the night, under the blame you placed on yourself, and under the consolation that Eddie Munson gave you. Your eyes screwed shut so tight that white spots bloomed across the darkness your eyelids provided, a false hope in holding tears back and yet you tried - you tried like you had tried Sunday confessional with your mother but came out without avail.

“I- I do, I just, What if, what if he’s right?” The four last words you breathed through choked sobs had the musician’s heart hammering into his chest so hard he thought it might rip itself from the secure cage his ribs provided, and opt for a stroll or a temperate run instead of staying put like it should. “I mean, what good am I?” You scoffed, corners of your lips turning downwards into a grimace. It was upon seeing it that Eddie made himself a silent promise to never be the reason for such a reaction, to never have to be on the receiving end of such a broken hearted emotion. He made a decision in his own heart in that very moment to shield you, as much as he reasonably could, from ever feeling like you provoked such a vile and heinous act. Your broken sobs snapped his out of his thoughts and he took a hesitant step closer to you.

“He’s not right, sweetheart. Look at you, you’re strong, you’re self sufficient, and goddamn, are you ever a talent.” Eddie began, yet he found himself cut off with a quick and frantic interjection from you.

“I-I- It’s not - I’m not a tease, I’m just doing my job. Maybe mum was right.” You let out in ragged sobs, they tear at your throat as if a caclawing itself from a porcelain tub, raw, scared, and ruined. Your dignity and sense of self stolen from underneath you, leaving you with unstable footing, slipping further and further into the panic that maybe you were exactly as those unworthy of your time deemed you. Without thought you gravitate towards Eddie, body moving on your own accord, and his meets you halfway, you face colliding with his crisp shirt. You get a better waft of his perfume, a strong citrus undertone breaching through the woody base notes - home. It felt like home. You stay like that for a beat before he’s creating a small distance but only to lose it in a more intimate manner, one you hardly expected.

“Oh, darling, heavens no! Look at me,” He takes your chin between his calloused index finger and his thumb, tilting your head so your glassy eyes meet his gentle ones, “I don’t know what your mother has told you, but it doesn’t seem particularly positive.” His eyes gently flicked over your face, puffy from tears. “But you are not a tease just because you’re doing your job- a job you’re good at. Does it rile people up? It might, but that is their problem, not yours, you hear me?” He asks you tenderly, sincerity so present in his voice, a confidence so unmoving that it could rival the solidity of centuries old tombstones. “It’s never your fault.” He breathed over your face, notes of tobacco and wintergreen hitting your nose, dueling for which would be the more prominent scent. With a gentle movement he swiped his thumb across your cheek, letting it linger for a fraction of a second too long, all while maintaining his index finger firmly planted under your chin.

“It isn’t.” You confirm. “Mother never approved of my uh… employment. She never wanted me dancing. Called me a whore, a person that no righteous man would love.” Eddie observed you as you spoke, eyes glazing over but deep down, even if he thought that nothing your mother did say was true, he was thanking all the devils that he was not a righteous man. Somewhere buried in the depths of his heart he prayed in song that being righteous is something he’d never be if it meant he was able to love you just how you deserved to be loved, to fall for you in all glorious and unabashed sin. If being righteous meant that you’d forever be out of reach he would happily damn himself to the sweet tune of sin and play music for the devil himself. Softly the curly haired man drops his hand from your chin, allowing his fingers to trace down your smooth neck, pondering even just for a second about what it might feel like if his lips were to take the same path as his calluses. Tenderly he smoothed over the silk fabric of your black robe down to your shoulder, feeling it underneath his dry fingertips, anxious he might create a snag in the fabric, and finally like water flows down a waterfall, smooth and swift, his hand dropped to your elbow, cradling it in his hand, his only connection to you, the only one he’ll allow - the last soft moment he’ll allow himself with you. This was never supposed to happen, this proximity and comfort he was offering you, and you knew it too. Your father would hear word of the prior events, the entire reason for the soft touches, and he would briskly find himself moving down the hallway. You wanted to remember this moment, capture it and bottle it up so that you’d remember it forever but you couldn’t bottle up feelings in order to give yourself a little hit of relief.

“Maybe the love of a righteous man isn’t worth a dime if it’s restricting you, darling.” A voice so honey cooed out, so low that you would have missed it if you weren’t standing so close. At that small unspoken revelation a smile tugged at the very corners of your lips, maybe things would be okay after all, damn what your mother says.

It was the quiet clack of footsteps echoing down the hallway that pulled you and Eddie from the trance you had found yourselves in. An echo that seemed loud enough to wake the dead, and yet it was but your imaginations playing tricks on you, your consciousness screaming out that you’d been wrapped in something you both should have stayed far away from, yet you couldn’t help it. You felt tethered to the man before you almost as if attached together by a little red thread. The footsteps grew louder. They were rushed, nervous, unwilling to wait a single moment longer. Waiting was not to be a priority, not when it came to protecting you. The warm toned reverberations could only be recognised as the leather coated wooden heel of your father’s expensive Italian wingtip shoes. He always wore them to these club nights, and it became a staple in his personality, you heard his shoes before you saw the man and you knew exactly who it was. Usually a warm smile would greet the person so lucky as to receive a welcome from the club owner, but on his face was not a warm expression, no, it was stoic and cold, as cold as the winters that befell the north and as unwelcoming as the movie studios out west upon their discovery of political alignments to the reds*.

In a smooth motion Eddie turns away from you, hand dropping from your elbow only to leave the cool burn of where he once held you so tenderly. His priority fell in moving out of your father’s way, allowing him to pass through, and in turn revealing the splatter of rust red that peppered the wall akin to the ones that the perpetrator had scattered across the bridge of what was now certainly a broken nose. His soft honey gaze turned cold, as if left to oxidize and solidify - out in the open too long, uncared for, forgotten. Your mascara stains caught your fathers attention immediately, albeit dried and half smudged across your left cheek, the same smudge that could be found on the Munson man’s right thumb if one were to look too close. With a sharp twist of his neck, he snapped a finger into his newest musician's face.

“Did you do this?” He seethed, a metaphorical steam pouring from his ears. His face became hot, jaw clenching, and his eyes growing dark, a man possessed by the thought of any harm having come to his precious first child. His finger was brought up to Eddie’s face, nearly between his eyes, shaking from pure untethered rage. Upon closer inspection of the lankier man you would notice a lump swallowed, his back straightening, feet grounded before his stern and gentle voice rang down through the empty halls.

“No sir, I would never so much as lay a hand on them.” A lie. Albeit a small lie, but a lie nonetheless for his hands had in fact just been on you in possibly what was the kindest manner one had ever handled you. Soft strokes of his thumb, akin to that of a long term lover, not that you had the privilege of familiarizing yourself with such sensations. Gentle, as if almost afraid to handle you and laced with care that not even your mother held for you.

“No, father,” you quickly interject, trying to save Eddie from the wave of wrath that was to come if this misunderstanding weren’t cleared up. You resorted to grabbing your dads arm, lowering his finger from the musician’s face and cautiously turning him towards you, afraid that it was the wrong move, afraid that maybe it would seem suspicious. The problem with trying to keep a hard ass appearance however came with the fact that that appearance crumbled under the sincerity behind your eyes. “Ed- Mr. Munson here saved me from Kip. He,” you swallowed, tears threatening to well up against your waterline, “he cornered me.” You opt to say, unwilling to disclose the dangerous details such as how Kip was cutting off your oxygen and how you’d soon have been finding yourself underneath him or six feet under and in a cold coffin had it not been for Eddie.

“That little shit.” Your father hissed out, toxicity punctuated the final word, enough harm even the most venomous of snakes. Double quick your father whipped towards Eddie, swift as a breeze and about as gentle as a tornado. “Thank you, son, for protecting my baby girl, but don’t think this means you get a pass for any funny business.” His hard gaze flits from Eddie to you and back to Eddie as if analyzing the situation at hand, trying to decipher whether you were lying in order to save him or whether you were offering up the full and whole truth.

“No, sir, it’s really not a problem. In fact I feel that it is my duty as a musician to protect the dancers I work alongside. S’no big, just professional.” His back hit the cool béton wall and he ran a hand through the few loose strands of hair that escaped his bun, a cold washed over him, detached, unfeeling - it’s what he told himself he needed when around you, because if he didn’t pull away he was sure to fall down a deep rabbit hole, one that he wouldn’t have any luck climbing out of. The problem was that you were too enticing, a silver tongued beauty with a sharp wit, quick on your feet, flirty, yet you played entirely too innocent. Eddie was sure that you were something like the apple in the garden of Eden, you tasted of carnal sin, crisp, fresh, dare he even let his mind stray to juicy sweetness that he wouldn’t mind drowning in. You were temptation on two legs, bound to damn him to life in purgatory, or better yet, hell, playing for you, a devil of the noblest kind, eternally doomed to fall to his knees for you and bask in the small ounce of warmth that you may choose to bestow upon him, and yet even that was uncertain. Who were you to yearn for him the same way in which he would yearn for you? Would you breathe for him the way he would live for you? It was unlikely and so he had to put a stop to the feelings that were starting to arise, that were beginning to bubble up and boil over.

“Excellent, Mr. Munson.” Your father broke him from his thoughts. “It is exactly this sort of behaviour I’d expect from my musicians, and yet that is not always the case.” He huffed out. His thick hands started patting against his blazer, searching for the thick cylinder he kept tucked in his pockets. As soon as he felt it underneath his hands he reached into the innermost pocket on his blazer, just above his heart, and pulled out a fat cigar. “Now, I expect you to escort my daughter here to the dressing rooms,” he begins to turn on his heel, daring to take a step forward before coming to an abrupt halt, “I have some… business to take care of.” The hollow sound of his wooden heels clacked against the cold floor, suddenly lacking the warmth that they would usually possess, the sound turning sour, diminished in nature, eerie with the threat that your father left hanging in the air. You rake your hands through your curls, adjusting them back to perfection before looking up towards the dim hallway lights, blinking back the tears that were still threatening to form. Your exterior was cracking like an old porcelain vase, ill preserved and worn out. It’s a hard lump you find yourself swallowing down, stopping the tears in their very tracks, taking a breath before gently straightening yourself out with barely anything more than the shake of your head and a roll of your stiff shoulders. It was truly the performance of a professional and that was not something anyone could have ever denied, especially not in seeing you in this very moment.

“I could use a cigarette.” You state, and Eddie grunts in response, pushing away from the wall he was leaning against, eye contact of any kind ceasing to exist. There was a heaviness to your limbs that you refuse to acknowledge, hoping that you could distract yourself with a little tobacco. You didn’t want to resort to other means, but you were never above them either. If someone were to extend an offer to the powder room you were not above agreeing to it, besides, it wasn’t like you were going to get any sleep with the events that had transpired. If you were being transparent, however, it was a small pleasure that you indulged in on occasion that allowed you to soar high before coming back down to the wretched and lonesome reality you inhabited.

“I know a secluded spot.” He quips out after a pregnant pause, icy, cold, and detached, the Eddie you had just witnessed, the warmth, the honeyed gaze, ripped away in a tidal wave that would only touch the New England Coast. Grey and stormy, unpredictable and its bite so bitter that you feared to never recognise the warmth that it once held. In a beat you provide him with a nod of confirmation, if he wants to be cold, so be it. He pushed off the wall with his foot, a grey stain left behind where he had been propped up. With the same momentum he takes several long strides up the hallway in the opposite direction of where your father had gone. Before he stops, head turning about fourth degrees, hesitating to look over his shoulder, but the implication was clear — he was waiting for you to follow. You trust him almost implicitly, there was never a question about whether or not you trusted him, and while taking you to his secret smoking area wasn’t exactly going to do him any favours with your father, it would win some with you — besides, who was he to deny such a beauty when they asked to smoke.

You followed him like a lost puppy down winding halls, unsure of where he was leading you, unsure of anything until he made a rapid move towards what was supposed to be the emergency exit. He trudged on to the third floor of the building, until he was met with a door with a small slit for a window. His strong hands pushed it open, beckoning you to pass before he picked up a wooden stir stick used for paint in order to keep the door propped open and prevent it from locking. It was a small courtyard formed by the buildings, one you weren’t even aware existed. How he had found it in so little time astounded you, but you did suppose that musicians held their own little secrets, sheltered away from the rest of the world. You were almost certain that if you were to look at any map, the courtyard would not be on them, such a minor and insignificant detail illustrated only by a difference in altitude.

Coolly, you’re handed a cigarette, pinching the filter tenderly between your fingers you notice the texture isn’t that of what you’re used to, clearly hand rolled masterfully. You dared not read too far into the fact that a hand rolled cigarette was being shared- had he bought a package at a bodega and offered you one it was something you’d easily pay back, but this was somehow more intimate. A small peek into his personality, his efforts, his person. You gently place it between your lips, fingers dropping, expecting a wait before he passes you the lighter only after he’s lit his own cigarette but instead his resolve crumbles before your very eyes as he loses his internal battle - you looked too perfect with your styled hair and mascara stains running down your face, most notably the smear on your left cheek whose remnants burned into his thumb. Too easily, as if second nature, he flicked open his zippo lighter and harshly struck the flit wheel with his thumb. A step closer, and then another, and soon he was invading your space once again, his woody and earthen smell invading your sensitive nostrils, letting them burn up. Kindly, with movements so calculated you’d think he was trying not to scare a baby deer, he went to light your cigarette, leaning in close. You brought your hand up to steady the sweet cancer stick and without so much as an ounce of hesitation Eddie wound up cupping your fingers gently with his hand, creating a barrier. Had he been in less of a predicament, had he cared less about his job - his job that he loved, he would have lit your cigarette first and used yours to light his, he would have touched the tip of his hand rolled cigarette to yours, sharing your space, your breath, your warmth, but Eddie was not a gambling man, and he was not about to gamble away his career, his life, and his one chance at some happiness over someone he fell for within five minutes.

“Thank you, handsome.” You hummed out as he wildly peeled away, as if burned by his own flame. It wasn’t a reaction you were expecting, if anything you expected a more sluggish movement now that you were both alone and able to breathe the same contaminated air without the prying eyes of a certain club owner.

“Yeah, no problem.” He grumbled out, a disappointment clawing at his chest with a certain violence. You were there, you were so beautiful, so worthy of being handled with all the care in the world, and he couldn’t allow himself to be the person to offer that to you as much as he’d love to. If it was tearing him up from this inside out after merely two days in your presence, how was he to tolerate a week, a month, a bloody year being so close and yet so distant against his own will. His shift in demeanor did not go unnoticed and you shied away from him, your barely clothed back turning towards him as you let out a huff and looked up towards the cloudy sky, begging silently for something, anything at all to rid you of this weight that found itself lodged into your chest, sinking further and further down, threatening to reach your stomach and render you ill.

“Christ, did I burn you or something?” You spit coldly, prying at imaginary floorboards, trying to recover the secrets hidden beneath. But prying at Eddie Munson was like pulling teeth, painful, rough, a little bloody, and unless he was already loosened it was of absolutely no use. Behind the harsh delivery of your words there was a small dollop of sadness seeping into the bitter tang of your question.

“No- I-“ He began, but his retort never even stood a chance. Your question was rhetorical from the get go, not intending for Eddie to answer it, in fact you weren’t interested in having it answered, you just desired to be heard, to be listened to.

“Then why are you acting like this? Why do you provide me with one moment of warmth, of some hope that maybe we could be confidants of sorts. Coworkers at the very least, coworkers who might so happen to spend some time with each other outside of work perhaps, but it’s of no obligation… Why are you acting as if I’m nothing but a tick on your back after you pulled a leech off of mine?” In the middle of your rant you had spun around on your heel, now facing the unruly haired man, the bags under his eyes suddenly becoming more evident in the twilight’s shadow.

“I don’t want to get into that, not right here, not now. Besides, we’re coworkers and if I’m not mistaken, sweetheart, I’m lower on the food chain, so if anyone is getting chomped for misconduct s’not gonna be you.” He bit out a little too harshly for his own liking. He took a sinful drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, smoke curling from his sweet lips and through the open air. It didn’t land anywhere in particular but rather continued up and up, blue-grey hues blending in with the skyline. He took his hair out of his unruly bun and let it cascade down his shoulders, and somehow all the breath left your lungs in that moment. It was a nice whiskey brown with honey streaks, lightened by the sun, it fell to just below his shoulders, loose, wild, how a good jazz player should be, and yet you were witness to the opposite in this moment. Slack jawed and misty eyed, you couldn’t help but suddenly look at him in a different light. The darkening sky shrouded him in a sort of mystery you wanted to unravel, but you’d be damned if you didn’t take your time unraveling every last bit of it. Eddie Munson was so fucking beautiful that it put Adonis to shame, truly a sin on two legs, sent most likely by the fallen angel himself in order to tempt you with the most profound blasphemies you could commit. You would go to Sunday confessional if it meant confessing your most unholy sins to the man before you.

“I don’t know what father expects, he can’t protect me from every man to walk through that door, and he sure as hell can’t stop them from being kind. Just because I couldn’t give a damn about the few mediocre musicians hired before you doesn’t mean I get to keep that streak - not when you saved me.” You huff out. “Father can try to keep everyone away from me, but what he doesn’t realise is that in barring anyone from being near me, he’s actually keeping himself further and further away as each day passes. I chose my father’s side because he gave me freedom, but now I realise that all he provided me with was a bigger cage.” At this, Eddie’s face softened and he took a cautious step towards you.

“Listen, bunny,” He screwed his eyes shut at his little slip up. This was the second time and if he wasn’t careful he’d inadvertently let you know that he was already sweet on you and he wasn’t ready to crack that nut open just yet, “if I allow myself a single tender moment with you, more than I already have, I don’t know if I’d be able to hit the brakes on it. You’re something else, and you’re more deserving than some foolish oddball. You deserve a real Clyde*, sweetheart, and s’not me.” He ran another nervous hand through his hair, not for a single second believing what he was saying. Maybe it was true that you deserved a right as rain Clyde, but maybe, just maybe, you were deserving of someone who was unworthy on paper, who didn’t check any of your mother’s or father’s boxes. That’s the thing, however; sometimes one might find someone who checks off all the boxes on paper, who is everything they thought they wanted, and yet when it comes down to it, the reality is that nobody wants someone who checks all the right boxes, they want someone who creates new boxes and checks those off themselves. Sometimes it’s the person that is least expected to do so, and sometimes they’re right under your very nose.

“What if I don’t want a downright square?” You wanted to scream out, to tear your locks out of your head in frustration and anger, but you withheld, opting to close your eyes before taking a deep breath. “What if it’s not what I want, Eds?” You ask him, batting your lashes at him before posing yourself on the railing, your ass half on it, legs steadying you, ensuring you wouldn’t fall. One hand gripped the black cast iron while the other brought the cancer stick to your mouth, breathing in, then letting the smoke curl out, eyes dropping shut. Eddie desperately wished he was watching you light up a roach in this moment because if he thought that you looked like a Hollywood movie star right now, would he ever believe it then. He fully believed you belonged in a cafe in Paris, smoking with other big stars, with singers and showgirls alike, with your perfectly done hair and sharp makeup. Eddie swallowed hard before looking to your closed eyes.

“He won’t be a square.”

“What happened to not needing a righteous man?” You hummed out, teasing him for what he had previously let out. It was this moment you hopped off the railing, taking two long strides towards him and encroaching on his personal space. Your perfume wafted into his nose, mixing with the tobacco leaf you had both just smoked. Hints of sandalwood, magnolia, and palm santo, more musk than floral for what most women were wearing, but you were not them, no. With how sinfully the notes of amber clung to your skin, Eddie would have dropped to his knees and prayed there and then, his new favourite altar of worship before him, but he didn’t, he couldn’t. Your words were the church bell ringing in the belfry, reverberating through the heavy stone structure, bouncing off the walls to be heard loud and clear. Nervously, he swallowed, eyes trained on you, he the prey, and you the predator, and while the roles should have been reversed, he dared not attempt to tip the scales so soon. A good predator knows how to give a false sense of safety to those hunted, and this was no different.

“Come on you little mix, I’ve got something to show you.”

It wasn’t hard to follow Eddie through the winding halls in order to change into a heavier coat and promise to meet him by the back door. It was even easier to push past the crowd and pry open the front door with unrivaled confidence letting the bouncer know to tell your father that you were heading home, a blatant lie, albeit a necessary one. It was easiest twisting yourself onto 6th avenue to sneak into the alleyway beside the club via the small passage that connected 52nd and 53rd and as soon as you entered the alley you were met with the slender figure of the jazz musician you were becoming sweet on. You could tell yourself it was mostly lust, there was a deeper part of you that, despite your carnal desires, screamed out for the tenderness he had shown you, and you longed for this tenderness to blood into something more so long as you were both ready to tend to it mutually.

As you both stepped out onto 53rd, and made your way south west towards 48th and Broadway, you didn’t venture out further than you needed to most days, not feeling a particular need to slink through other clubs but the reassurance in which Eddie whisked you away had you aching for more adventures such as these. The bright lights lit up the night all the way down the strip, clubs you had heard of, ones you weren’t familiar with, ones you wished to one day have the opportunity to see the inside of. Halfway through your silent walk, Eddie had gotten enthusiastic, a grin spreading across his otherwise stiff features, dimples becoming deeply inset in his cheeks, burrowing a home in them. It was something you quickly came to love about the man, it was something you’d cling to, and so lost in your thoughts as you were about the smile he threw you, a wolfish grin adorning his features, you nearly missed when he had threaded his fingers through yours in order to keep you close while pushing through the crowd. You also nearly missed how he carefully rubbed slow and hypnotic circles into the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb, comforting you in case you were unwell. It wasn’t lost, however, that as soon as you made it in front of the large glowing sign that obnoxiously advertised the infamous “LATIN QUARTER” nightclub Eddie still maintained a warm hold on your hand, not yet dropping it. In fact, he relished in this small moment away from your father’s club. He felt a sort of peace flow through him, replaced with a thrum of enthusiastic energy, ready to show you his pocket of the world.

“This place is… Their performances are breathtaking, nothing compared to yours, sweetheart, but you are something else entirely. This- this is a whole production, costume changes, all the works. Lou Walter takes good care of this place here and he brought in that sweet New Orleans touch.” Eddie hummed out, briefing you gently in the recent history of the place. “Some might call it a moldy fig* but if you ask me,” he leans close enough to you for you to feel his breath on your ear, “ I quite dig this barrelhouse.*” He pulled away, tearing his eyes from the light display to wink at you. “Come on.” He beckoned, tugging your hand gently before allowing his fingers to slip out of yours like sand in an hourglass, slowly, heavily, and yet far too quickly for anyone’s liking.

You both weaved in and around the crowd, looking for a spot to claim as your own personal sanctuary in the busy and musty space. The air was thick with dirty grey smoke and the humidity of sweat, a haze hovering above the heads of those around. It was suffocating, and yet it was liberating, finally being pulled into the shadows, hidden from the spotlight, from the unwanted gaze of men as hungry as wolves and the micromanagement of your father. Here you could be anybody at all with anyone you wanted to, though the only person you truly had any eyes for was the tattooed man before you.

The inside of the club was decorated like a New Orleans cabaret, filigree lining the borders of the stage and the trim near the ceiling all while heavy velvet curtains cascaded effortlessly down, creating an elegance unmatched by anything you’d laid your eyes on. The stage was elevated just enough so that those sitting at the tables near would be eye level with it, getting the full scope of the semi lewd performances. Burlesque, line dancing, theater, you name it and it had its own spotlight here. Life Magazine had even claimed that it was the club where the entertainment is provided by “pretty girls who display as much flesh and as little covering as the law allows” and while that may have been true, the most important of all was the musicians and vocalists who would pass through, throw a rager for an evening and then fade back into the scene until one day they would strut back onto that stage and once again dazzle the club goers who never ceased to beg for more. There was a heavy rotation of talent and some names you couldn’t even believe once Eddie had divulged them to you. Big names like Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, and even Milton Berle were known to make appearances on occasion, keeping seats full and bar tabs running until the sun would kiss the horizon, illuminating the Queensboro bridge in an orange glow.

It was no wonder the whiskey haired musician found a sort of peace here - you could tell that it would grow on you just as quickly as it had on him but little did you know what that would truly entail. While your dreams were big, finally feeling freed from the restrictions of both your father’s and mother’s cage, if even for a few hours, only grew them larger than you could have even envisioned them being. A familiar honeyed voice snapped you from your thoughts momentarily.

“Anything you’d like to drink sweetheart?” Cooed the man before you. You couldn’t possibly allow him to pay for your drinks as well.

“Oh no, Eddie, let me grab this round, please.” You pleaded him gently, you pulled out your small coin purse from your coat pocket, jingling it gently in front of him. “I know you’d love to, but father has yet to pay you and I wouldn’t want you spending any of your precious money on me, you hear me?” Headstrong, you were headstrong and he liked that about you very much, and so he complied wordlessly, unashamed that he was having his drink paid for by you. What was there to be ashamed of? You weren’t a very traditional person, so who was he to follow tradition around you? Suddenly on the count of four a band counted in a vocalist before they burst into a jive around them, energy shooting through couples. You watched them drag each other, tumbling across the dancefloor. “On second thought, what say you to a shot of rye before letting loose?” A flirtation found itself in your voice, and though it was just a small hint, Eddie picked up on it, cocking his eyebrow and yet before he could let any protest slip past his lips you had flagged down a server, slipping him a generous amount for the shots and daintily picked them up off his tray. The honey brown liquid threatened to spill across the rim as you thrust the substance into Eddie’s calloused hands. “Come on big boy, what are you afraid of?” The mischievous twinkle sparkled in your eyes, looking at him innocently through your thick eyelashes.

“Fuck it. Cheers, sweetheart.” With those four words he chose to forget about any consequences and he tipped his head back, spilling the liquid down his throat with a warm sting. In unison you joined him, a slight grimace gracing your lips, shots were not something you were accustomed to, yet seeing the musician before you down it so swiftly and with such elegance made you reconsider the frequency in which you took them when needing to loosen up. You both slammed the sturdy glass onto the nearest table before you chose to extend a hand to him.

“Father won’t notice we’re gone, not for a few hours at least. Come on Munson, it’s a right and proper sock hop.” A playfulness danced across your tone of voice as the rhythm of the music took hold of your body, moving to every second beat in the bar, complying to the rhythm the music commanded. You started teasingly backing into the crowd, dancing lightly on your feet, the rock music providing a much quicker pace than Eddie was used to seeing you dance to. “Come on, Munson, if you don’t dance with me someone else will!” You threatened out with a boisterous laugh - this wasn’t a side of you he had seen at your father’s club, maybe it was a sort of cage in fact and if it kept you from being yourself he didn’t want it.

“Oh fuck no, bunny, This dance is mine.”

“Alright then, snake, let’s rattle.” You smirked before he took a few calculated steps in order to close the space between you two, feet tapping to the rhythm before connecting his hand to your waist, his other hand taking yours firmly to guide you, pressing you to him loosely. It was natural how he fell into step with you. Walk-walk-rock-step, then bringing you back towards his body, you’d repeat that to get the hang of how you both danced, in slow quarters of turns before he began twirling you out at arms length, pulling you back to his chest. He was antsy, this wasn’t his ball park in the least bit, and much less with someone as beautiful and forbidden as you. In a swift move he pushed his hand out, signaling for you to distance yourself, a smirk planted itself on your face as you noted what move he was going for. With Eddie’s double spin, you reached out, sliding your hand across his waist, fingers trailing a little more teasing than they should have been before you reconnected your hands once again only for him to spin you twice, allowing you to land steady in front of him, pressed closely to his chest before resuming that safe moves… Walk-walk-rock-step. Twice over you repeated that to be beat before your dance suddenly took a different turn. You both parted, Eddie spinning, your hand instinctively wrapping around his waist before he grabbed both your hands in his rough ones, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes glimmered and something told you that maybe you’d just found the only dance partner you’d ever need. His hand tucked your right one behind your back, feet keeping to the beat, before he pivoted you out to face in the opposite direction before smoothly tucking you under his arm in a classic Texas Tommy, now once again facing him.

You both set a competitive pace, engrossed in each other's presence, barely paying any mind to the onlookers. Men were hooting and hollering, and women were huffing at their husbands for not being as apt as the mystery man before them. None of that even registered in Eddie’s mind because all he was thinking about was you, you, you. Your infectious grin, the twinkle in your eyes clouded over by the hazy state of slight inebriation, and yet the sober confidence that overtook you, all of it commanded Eddie’s attention, it was all he cared about. Your pure enjoyment of one another without restrictions, without limitations, without anyone to put a wedge between your two bodies and pry you away from each other with a metaphorical crowbar, was something wholesome, it was something that nobody could come between, especially in this moment where you were just two strangers to everybody around. You were free, even if for a single moment, free to behave in whichever way you saw fit, to associate with whomever you so desired to. Most importantly, the restrictions that heavily dictated who you were to be, at whatever given moment, on any given weeknight at the club, were completely lifted. You felt light as a feather and about as stiff as a noodle as your body moved in tandem with the musician before you. Turns out music didn’t just flow through his hands, but through to his feet too, able to control every calculated step, commanding the music around him, almost as if bending it to his every whim instead of merely reacting to it.

At one point Eddie began shouting at you over the music, queues for moves that usually required partners to coordinate better. A slew of words such as wrong way cradle, and dishrag flew out of his mouth in laughs and in turn you’d propose your own moves, moves you wouldn’t feel comfortable pulling with any other stranger. You’d ask him to pull you into a wheel before moving into either dips or drops before he’d hoist you back up from under your arms only to move into a butterfly grip for the next sequence.

The air grew hazier, and the only drinks being had were the occasional gin tonic in between songs. The singer was apt at what he did, well versed in a repertoire of songs that the orchestra easily backed, and eventually they strayed from known songs into a formulaic improvisation. It was as if the smoke had cast a spell upon you, Eddie being a man possessed, and you being subject to your own wiles, eyes trained on each other, bodies perfectly synchronized, working together like a well wound clock. You had no desire for anyone else, and neither did Eddie. He could have sworn that you were the only two in the room and yet that was far from the truth. Somewhere deep inside in some part of him that he wanted to keep buried away, he knew this was the beginning of the end for him — you were to be his downfall. He’d be struck from heaven and sent to plunge into the fiery depths below for his sins — a fallen angel led astray by lust and desire. If only he could keep them locked tight, but he knew there would be no use. Envy would bubble up, the green demon of jealousy, and he would be struck down nonetheless. Ever since you entered his life a mere forty eight hours ago you had ensured that he was doomed to eternal damnation because if he couldn’t have you, the envy would eat away at his bones, decaying his body from the inside out until all there was left was a corpse, his soul reaped and brought down to hell. Even the opposite, to have and hold you, would drive him mad with lust, so close to the touch and yet too far away. You were right under his nose yet locked away under the watchful eye of your keeper, and only he was allowed to take you out to play.

With the last song closing out the night around four in the morning, your tired bones finally succumbed to the cushioned seat, The two of you were sweat drenched and smiling, grins plastered to your faces, giggle erupting from the back of your throats every so often. Neither of you could help it, it had been the first time you were both able to let loose without repercussions.

“Thank you, Eds.” You breathed out, eyes clouded over in a drunken stupor but your voice dripped of honey sincerity, a small drawl making its way into your voice given your condition.

“Sweetheart, it’s my pleasure.” The candor in his voice takes you aback - people didn’t take you out for your own satisfaction, or for you to have as much an iota of fun as they might have. Most times it was self serving, a symbol of status, a trophy to say “look at who I managed to have on my arm!”and yet there was none of that with the mousy haired musician. He couldn’t hold you on his arm and show you off, for one, but he also seemed to damn all good instincts to keep away, to remain cold, stoic, and he indulged in a little bit of fun, a bite of the forbidden fruit. A bite so small that it might as well have been a nibble and yet still he would fall from the garden and back onto earth.

“I’ll cover this, we had what? Two shots and a few gin tonics?” You did a quick calculation in your head. A gin tonic was roughly fourty five cents to a sixty cent martini, and both of you having had your fair share, you left a fiver on the table for the waiter, covering the potential cost of the shots of rye and of course the $2.70 for your drinks plus tip. Satisfied, you swung your legs towards Eddie, body facing him only to meet the wolfish grin that spread kindly across his features. In the low light you could barely make out the colour of his amber eyes, but you didn’t fail to notice the little crows feet that adorned the very corners of them, crinkling from happiness, embedding themselves further into his features. “What?” You ask him innocently at which he simply shakes his head, sweaty curls bouncing from side to side as his dimples become more prominent.

“Nothing, nothing. Just,” you’re so goddamn beautiful, the goddamn ginchiest*, his head and heart screamed out, “we worked up quite the appetite, dontcha think?” He pondered out loud, shooting you a look.

“You know what, daddy-o, now that you mention it, my beaters are killing my feet, you know a place not too far from here?” You coolly let out, the poor man nearly choking on his own saliva as you let the casual quip slip out. You had opened the door into your world just a crack just as he had opened his to you and he hoped, he prayed that it could be your dirty little secret out in the open of the public eye, away from your father’s club, yet he knew that as soon as you both stepped back through the doors of reality you’d both need to exercise caution and clam up in order to protect one another.

“Y’heard of Reuben’s up on Madison?” A certain mischief was present in his voice.

Glossary:

Lavender haze: to be deeply in love with someone

Dutch act: commit suicide

Bunny: a pretty, appealing, or alluring young woman

The reds: the communists

Clyde: rockabilly term of address for a normal person

Moldy fig: term used by bebop musicians in the 1940's and 50's, derogatorily, with reference to those who preferred older jazz and swing to bebop

Barrelhouse: A slang term for bar rooms in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. The barrelhouse music was similar to boogie-woogie and was characterized by a loud, raucous sound with a fast tempo.

Ginchiest: phrase used as a way to tell a person they are beautiful inside and out

a/n: thank you for reading this chapter and thank you so much to my love @munson-blurbs for screaming with me at the snippets I kept sending her. You’re the best Bug 🖤🖤 let me know what you guys think, and as always reblogs and comments keep me going.

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Minimum Wages Act Compliance for Corporates in India

Introduction

The Minimum Wages Act, 1948, is a crucial labor law in India that ensures fair wages for workers in various industries. It sets a legal minimum wage that employers must pay to prevent exploitation and promote economic justice. Corporates operating in India must comply with this Act to avoid legal repercussions and ensure fair employee compensation.

Key Provisions of the Minimum Wages Act

The Act mandates several essential compliance measures, including:

1. Applicability of the Act

The Act applies to scheduled employments specified by the Central and State Governments.

Covers all businesses employing workers in industrial, commercial, or other specified sectors.

2. Fixation and Revision of Wages

The government prescribes minimum wages based on skill level, nature of work, and region.

Wages are revised periodically to accommodate inflation and economic conditions.

3. Payment of Wages

Wages must be paid within the stipulated time frame (weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly).

Employers must not deduct wages unlawfully except for legally permitted reasons.

4. Overtime and Working Hours

Any work beyond the prescribed working hours must be compensated at overtime rates.

Ensures compliance with regulated work schedules to prevent exploitation.

5. Penalties for Non-Compliance

Failure to comply can lead to penalties, including fines and imprisonment.

Non-payment of minimum wages can result in legal actions and reputational damage.

Compliance Challenges for Corporates

Corporates often face challenges in adhering to the Minimum Wages Act, such as:

Navigating State-Specific Regulations: Different states have varied minimum wage structures.

Managing Large Workforce Compliance: Ensuring accurate payroll compliance across multiple locations.

Keeping Up with Wage Revisions: Frequent revisions by authorities require constant monitoring.

Avoiding Legal Liabilities: Non-compliance can result in lawsuits and penalties.

How Corporates Can Ensure Compliance

Regular Wage Audits: Conduct periodic payroll audits to ensure compliance with wage laws.

Automate Payroll Systems: Use software solutions to track minimum wage updates and payroll adjustments.

Seek Legal Expertise: Engage labour law consultants for expert guidance on compliance.

Employee Awareness Programs: Educate employees on their wage rights and grievance redressal mechanisms.

Monitor State Notifications: Stay updated on government notifications regarding wage revisions.

Ensuring compliance with the Minimum Wages Act is not just a legal obligation but also a commitment to fair labour practices. Corporates must proactively implement wage regulations to foster a compliant and ethical work environment. Non-compliance can lead to legal issues and financial penalties, making it imperative for businesses to integrate wage compliance as part of their corporate governance framework.

For professional assistance on Minimum Wages Act compliance, contact Sankhla Corporate Services Pvt. Ltd. at www.sankhlaco.com.

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Ibara Saegusa - Private Room Chapter 2

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Autumn

(Location: CosPro Conference Area)

(One week later)

Ibara: —Yes, yes. I believe I explained that many times the other day, right? I’ll send you the materials via email.

That’s right. I’ll contact that person from here.

No. Everyone makes mistakes, so please be careful in the future. Yes, yes. Thank you. Then, please excuse me.

Haah…… Is it an email this time? Uumm……?

—Ahh, come on! What the hell is going on with this situation……!

Problems occur here and there every day! Even when I fix one problem, two more problems pop up in different places at the same time!

This is nothing short of abnormal!

Another email? Yes, yes. What happened this time?

…… What? ‘My working hours have increased too much this month, so why don’t I take some time off somewhere?’ What are they talking about……?

It’s true that I’ve been busy this month due to filming and management duties, and for the past week or so I’ve been working overtime all the time in order to deal with problems.

…… However, there’s no way I could honestly take a day off in this current situation. This is a person who doesn’t know the situation, so……

(No…… Wait. It’s certainly not the time to take a long break.

Recently, the real situation of major agencies with black labor systems has been a hot topic…… (1)

The public will be looking for the next sacrificial company to pop up in the news in a chain reaction.

Under such circumstances, it would be too risky for me to collapse from overwork as the deputy director……)

Damn…… I have no choice. I’ll quickly finish my day off tomorrow and return to the front line as soon as possible.

(Location: Starmony Dorms (Exterior))

Aira: Uummm…… Copy and paste the inquiry number here. All I have to do is start the inquiry~

—The status is complete! It’s almost arrived! My oshi’s national tour disc♪

What a reli~ef. I thought it would arrive later. I have plenty of time before I go to bed, so I’m gonna enjoy this to the fu~llest today.

That’s why I bought a lot of sweets and drinks. I won’t be leaving my room after today……!

Nazuna: O~i, Aira-chin. Isn’t it dangerous to walk while looking at your phone~?

Aira: Ah, Nito-senpai! Sorry. I couldn’t help but wonder if my package had arrived. Ehehee.

Nazuna: Package? Oh, were you tracking your courier package?

I understand why you’re worried about its status, but it’s still dangerous. By the way, what kind of package are you getting?

Aira: It’s the national tour disc for my favorite idol! I’ve been looking forward to its release!

Right now, my roommates Sakuma-senpai and Tenshouin-senpai are away at a long-term location shoot.

So even if I make noise, I won’t bother anyone, and I think I’ll have a good time at my solo viewing party.

I’m planning to go back to my room and start right away— hm?

Huh? Is there some kind of contractor at the dorms right now?

It looks like there are long pipes being brought in and large trucks going in and out. Outsiders also seem to be wandering around? Is there something going on?

Nazuna: Ahh…… Come to think of it, I heard that there was a problem with the water pipes on our floor and that the repair work begins today.

Aira: Ehh!? Construction!?

Th-This can’t be happening~…… Even though I just wanted to enjoy my disc quietly today~……

Nazuna: Ah. But from what I heard, the construction work will be done in the morning. Aren’t they just doing the demolition work now?

So I think we can have some quiet time after this~

Aira: Wh- that’s good news……♪ Then I don’t have to worry! See ya, Nito-senpai. I’m gonna pick up my luggage right away!

Nazuna: Alright, have fun. Bye~♪

(Location: Starmony Dorm Room (Eichi, Rei, Aira's Room))

Aira: I’m back~☆

– Even though I said that, Sakuma-senpai and Tenshouin-senpai are away for a few days due to long-term location work so there’s no way I’d get a reply.

In the end, I feel a little lonely without my seniors……

Well, it can’t be helped. It’s work. And that’s why I can watch discs without hesitation.

Ah, that’s right! I have to open the package right away! I have to be careful not to damage the package inside……

Uwaai♪ As expected of the first limited edition! There’s lots of bonuses!

Arrange the goods and discs neatly~. Take a photo! Alright! I’ll upload it to SNS later♪

Then, let’s finally have the viewing party for today’s main event—

Hmm? My face feels a little sticky. Maybe there’s still some foundation left over from work this morning……?

It’s hard to lie down in bed like this. I’ll wash my face before the viewing party.

Once I start watching it, I don’t want to be distracted by anything else. I have to be fully prepared!

…… Huhh? Even though I’ve turned the faucet all the way, the water isn’t coming out…… Isn’t that weird?

It was normal until this morning. It doesn’t look like there’s anything particularly wrong with the lower pipe.

Could it be that the water in the room is off because they’re doing repair work on the water system……?

Ehh? That’s a problem~……! I just wanted to wash my face and have a watch party.

Get the water flowing! Hey, hey!

—Eh!? The handle of the faucet came off!? UWAWAWAWAWAWA!? THE WATER’S GUSHING OU~T!?

W-Wait a minute! Can someone please stop thiiiiiiiiis!?

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TL NOTES:

Black labor systems are systems where corporations operate with exploitative working conditions or a toxic company culture. They typically hire lots of young workers only to then force them to work large amounts of overtime without overtime pay (hence why Ibara doing so much overtime could cause a scandal for CosPro).

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Insulated Door Curtains for Open Spaces: Ideal Solutions for Large Entryways

Large entryways and patio doors are beautiful architectural features, but they can also pose significant challenges in terms of temperature control and energy efficiency. Insulated door curtains offer a stylish and effective solution for managing drafts, heat loss, and noise in these open spaces. In this article, we’ll explore how thermal insulated curtains can enhance the comfort and aesthetics of your home while addressing the unique challenges of large entryways.

Understanding the Need for Insulated Door Curtains

Large entryways and sliding glass doors often allow heat to escape during winter and let in excessive warmth during summer. These factors can lead to increased energy consumption as your heating and cooling systems work overtime to maintain a comfortable temperature indoors. Insulated door curtains help to bridge the gap between indoor and outdoor environments, providing a barrier that enhances comfort and energy efficiency.

How Insulated Door Curtains Work

Insulated door curtains are designed with thick, multi-layered fabrics that trap air and create an insulating effect. This design minimizes heat transfer, allowing these curtains to keep cold air out during winter and blocking hot air during summer.

The benefits of thermal insulated curtains extend beyond temperature control. They also help to:

Reduce Noise: Sound insulating curtains can dampen outside noise, creating a more serene indoor environment, particularly important in busy neighborhoods.

Enhance Privacy: These curtains add a layer of privacy, preventing outside visibility into your home, which is especially useful for ground-level patio doors.

Benefits of Using Insulated Door Curtains for Large Entryways

Here are some compelling reasons to consider installing insulated door curtains in your large entryways:

1. Temperature Control

The primary function of heat blocking curtains is to regulate temperature. During winter, they prevent heat from escaping and keep cold drafts at bay. In contrast, during summer, they help keep interiors cool by blocking the heat from entering through large glass surfaces.

2. Energy Efficiency

By minimizing heat loss and gain, insulated curtains contribute to better energy efficiency. This can lead to significant savings on energy bills, making your home more sustainable and cost-effective in the long run.

3. Versatility in Design

Available in various colors, patterns, and textures, insulated door curtains can complement any home decor. Whether your style is modern, traditional, or rustic, these curtains can enhance the visual appeal of your entryway while serving a practical purpose.

4. Easy Installation

Most thermal insulated curtains can be easily installed on existing curtain rods or tracks. Some designs come with hooks or clips for a quick setup, allowing you to transform your entryway without the need for extensive renovations.

Selecting the Right Insulated Door Curtains

When choosing insulated door curtains for your large entryways or patio doors, consider the following factors:

1. Fabric Type

Opt for heavy, durable fabrics such as polyester, velvet, or thicker cotton blends. These materials offer superior insulation while adding a touch of elegance to your entryway.

2. Color and Pattern

Choose colors that complement your home’s decor. Neutral tones like beige, grey, or white create a classic look, while bolder colors can serve as a statement piece. Patterns like stripes or florals can add interest without overwhelming the space.

3. Length and Width

For maximum efficiency, select curtains that are wide enough to cover the entire doorway and long enough to reach the floor. This ensures a proper seal against drafts and provides better insulation.

4. Layering Options

Consider layering insulated door curtains with lighter sheers for added versatility. This allows you to control light and privacy while maintaining temperature control.

How to Style Insulated Door Curtains in Your Entryway

Insulated door curtains can be a stylish addition to your large entryways or patio doors. Here are some styling tips to maximize their impact:

1. Pair with Decorative Hardware

Choose decorative curtain rods or tracks that complement your home’s decor. Brushed metal or rustic wood can enhance the overall look of the entryway while providing functional support for your curtains.

2. Create a Cozy Atmosphere

For a warm, inviting entryway, choose thermal insulated curtains in rich colors or textured fabrics. Soft, warm lighting can further enhance the cozy feel of the space.

3. Layer with Accessories

Incorporate decorative elements like rugs, potted plants, or artwork to create a cohesive look. Layering accessories around your insulated curtains can create a welcoming atmosphere and enhance your home’s overall design.

4. Seasonal Changes

Consider switching out your heat blocking curtains with lighter options in warmer months. This not only provides better airflow but also refreshes the look of your entryway with seasonal decor.

Conclusion

Insulated door curtains are an ideal solution for temperature control and aesthetic enhancement in large entryways and patio doors. By blocking drafts, reducing noise, and adding style, these curtains can transform your home’s entrance into a comfortable and inviting space. Whether you opt for rich colors, soft textures, or bold patterns, thermal insulated curtains will elevate your entryway while promoting energy efficiency and comfort.

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Biometric Attendance Machine

A biometric attendance machine is a technology used to track and manage employee attendance based on biometric data, such as fingerprints, facial recognition, or iris scans. These systems are often employed in workplaces, educational institutions, and other organizations to ensure accurate and secure tracking of time and attendance. Here’s a comprehensive overview of biometric attendance machines:

Types of Biometric Attendance Machines

Fingerprint Scanners

Description: Use fingerprint recognition to verify identity. Employees place their finger on a sensor, and the system matches the fingerprint against a stored template.

Pros: Quick and reliable; well-suited for high-traffic areas.

Cons: May be less effective with dirty or damaged fingers; requires regular cleaning.

Facial Recognition Systems

Description: Use facial recognition technology to identify individuals based on their facial features. Employees look into a camera, and the system matches their face against a database.

Pros: Contactless and convenient; can be integrated with other security measures.

Cons: May be affected by changes in lighting or facial features; requires good camera quality.

Iris Scanners

Description: Scan the unique patterns in the iris of the eye to identify individuals. Employees look into a device that captures the iris pattern.

Pros: Highly accurate; difficult to spoof.

Cons: Typically more expensive; requires careful alignment.

Voice Recognition Systems

Description: Use voice patterns for identification. Employees speak into a microphone, and the system analyzes their voice.

Pros: Contactless; can be used in various environments.

Cons: Can be affected by background noise or voice changes.

Hand Geometry Systems

Description: Measure the shape and size of the hand and fingers. Employees place their hand on a scanner, which records its dimensions.

Pros: Effective and reliable; less invasive.

Cons: Requires specific hand placement; less common than fingerprint or facial recognition systems.

Key Features

Data Storage and Management

Centralized Database: Stores biometric data and attendance records securely.

Integration: Often integrates with HR and payroll systems to streamline data management.

Accuracy and Speed

High Accuracy: Minimizes errors and false positives/negatives in identification.

Fast Processing: Ensures quick check-in and check-out times for employees.

Security

Data Encryption: Protects biometric data with encryption to prevent unauthorized access.

Anti-Spoofing: Includes features to detect and prevent fraudulent attempts, such as using fake fingerprints or photos.

User Interface

Ease of Use: Features a simple interface for both employees and administrators.

Reporting: Generates detailed reports on attendance, overtime, and absences.

Customization

Settings: Allows customization of attendance policies, work schedules, and shift timings.

Alerts and Notifications: Sends alerts for exceptions or anomalies, such as missed clock-ins or outs.

Benefits

Improved Accuracy: Reduces errors and fraud associated with manual or card-based systems.

Enhanced Security: Ensures that only authorized personnel can access facilities and clock in/out.

Time Efficiency: Speeds up the check-in and check-out process, reducing queues and wait times.

Automated Tracking: Automates attendance management, reducing administrative workload.

Detailed Reporting: Provides comprehensive data on attendance patterns, helping with workforce management and planning.

Considerations

Privacy Concerns: Ensure compliance with privacy laws and regulations regarding biometric data collection and storage.

Cost: Evaluate the initial investment and ongoing maintenance costs. High-end biometric systems may be more expensive.

Integration: Consider how well the system integrates with existing HR and payroll software.

User Acceptance: Provide training to employees and address any concerns about the use of biometric technology.

Popular Brands and Models

ZKTeco: Known for a wide range of biometric solutions, including fingerprint and facial recognition systems.

Hikvision: Offers advanced facial recognition systems with integrated attendance management.

Suprema: Provides high-quality fingerprint and facial recognition devices.

BioTime: Specializes in biometric attendance systems with robust reporting and integration features.

Anviz: Offers various biometric solutions, including fingerprint and facial recognition devices.

By choosing the right biometric attendance machine and properly implementing it, organizations can improve attendance tracking, enhance security, and streamline HR processes.

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Manxel HRMS – A Comprehensive Cloud-Based HR Software that Empowers Businesses Worldwide

In today's highly competitive and digitally driven marketplace, companies must embrace innovation not only in products and services but also in how they manage their most valuable asset—people. Human Resources (HR) departments have transitioned from administrative support functions to strategic partners within organizations. In this evolving role, they need powerful, reliable, and intelligent tools to streamline HR operations and align them with business goals.

That’s where Manxel HRMS, a comprehensive cloud-based HRMS system, makes a profound impact. Designed to simplify complex HR processes, reduce manual workloads, and deliver real-time insights, Manxel HRMS empowers businesses around the world to manage their human capital more effectively.

Manxel HRMS

Manxel HRMS is an all-in-one Human Resource Management System (HRMS) that operates on the cloud, offering businesses seamless access to HR tools and data anytime, anywhere. It integrates essential HR functions such as recruitment, onboarding, attendance tracking, payroll, performance evaluation, employee self-service, and compliance—within a single intuitive platform.

This cloud-based HRMS system is built for scalability, meaning it can serve both growing startups and established enterprises alike. Whether managing a workforce of 10 or 10,000, Manxel adapts effortlessly to the organization’s needs, delivering flexibility, reliability, and measurable results.

Why Choose a Cloud-Based HRMS System?

Before diving deeper into the features of Manxel, it’s essential to understand why businesses are shifting to cloud-based HRMS systems.

Traditional HR tools are often fragmented, outdated, or reliant on manual processes that lead to inefficiencies, compliance risks, and poor employee experiences. A modern HRMS system like Manxel brings all functions into a centralized platform, enabling:

Real-time data access from anywhere

Reduced administrative costs

Automation of repetitive HR tasks

Enhanced data security and compliance

Improved employee engagement

The shift from legacy systems to cloud-based HRMS solutions is not just a trend—it’s a strategic imperative for future-ready organizations.

Key Features of Manxel HRMS

Manxel HRMS is designed to support the complete employee lifecycle while simplifying every aspect of HR operations. Let’s explore the features that make Manxel a leading HRMS system for businesses worldwide.

1. Centralized Employee Information Management

Maintain a single, accurate source of truth for all employee records. Manxel allows HR teams to manage:

Personal details

Job history

Contracts

Documents

Department and reporting structures

This centralized approach ensures data consistency, improves decision-making, and facilitates quick access during audits or reporting.

2. Recruitment and Onboarding Automation

Streamline your hiring pipeline with powerful tools to:

Post job listings on multiple platforms

Screen and evaluate candidates

Track application statuses

Schedule interviews

Automate offer letters and onboarding workflows

New hires can complete documentation and training modules directly through the HRMS system, resulting in faster integration and a better first-day experience.

3. Time, Attendance & Leave Management

Forget spreadsheets and manual punch cards. Manxel offers:

Biometric and mobile check-ins

Geo-fencing for remote workers

Automated shift and roster management

Real-time attendance reports

Leave balances, approvals, and history tracking

These features help HR departments enforce policies while giving employees transparency and control over their schedules.

4. Integrated Payroll Management

Manxel simplifies payroll by automating calculations for:

Salaries

Bonuses and incentives

Overtime

Deductions (taxes, benefits, etc.)

Compliance with local labor laws

With built-in payslip generation and payment integration, this HRMS system ensures timely and error-free salary disbursements every month.

5. Performance Evaluation Tools

Support continuous improvement with tools to:

Set and track KPIs

Conduct 360-degree feedback

Schedule review cycles

Align employee goals with business objectives

Managers and employees both gain visibility into performance progress, helping create a culture of accountability and recognition.

6. Employee Self-Service Portal

Empower your employees to take control of their HR needs. Through the self-service dashboard, they can:

Apply for leave

Access payslips and tax documents

Update contact or banking information

View company announcements

Reducing dependency on HR staff for routine inquiries leads to higher satisfaction and productivity.

7. Customizable Workflows and Reports

Every company is unique, and Manxel respects that. The platform allows you to:

Create custom approval workflows

Tailor modules to match internal processes

Generate advanced reports for HR metrics

Track KPIs, attendance trends, and turnover rates

These actionable insights help drive strategic decisions and workforce planning.

Business Benefits of Manxel HRMS

Adopting Manxel’s cloud-based HRMS system delivers tangible benefits across the organization:

1. Efficiency and Productivity

By automating repetitive HR tasks like attendance tracking and payroll, Manxel frees up valuable time for HR professionals to focus on strategy and employee engagement.

2. Global Accessibility

Manxel HRMS is accessible from any internet-enabled device, ensuring smooth operations across locations, including for remote and hybrid teams.

3. Data Security and Compliance

With secure cloud hosting, encryption, role-based access, and compliance tracking (e.g., GDPR, labor laws), Manxel safeguards sensitive employee data while ensuring regulatory compliance.

4. Cost Savings

Automated processes reduce manual errors and administrative overhead. Over time, businesses can significantly cut HR operating costs by migrating to a centralized HRMS system.

5. Scalability

Whether hiring ten employees this year or a hundred, Manxel grows with you. You can add users, enable new modules, or integrate third-party tools without complex migrations or downtime.

How Manxel Empowers HR Teams Globally

Manxel’s growing global footprint is a testament to its versatility and robust functionality. Here’s how it’s transforming HR operations for businesses around the world:

In the U.S. and Canada:

Companies are leveraging Manxel to ensure federal and state labor law compliance, streamline payroll, and manage diverse workforces across multiple time zones.

In the Middle East and Asia:

Organizations benefit from Manxel’s multi-language support, advanced leave policies, and robust localization features tailored for region-specific tax and employment regulations.

In Europe:

With GDPR-compliant data management and secure cloud storage, Manxel ensures data privacy and transparency—a key requirement for European businesses.

Real-World Use Cases

🔹 Technology Startups

Rapid growth and frequent hiring require fast onboarding and real-time reporting. Manxel helps streamline recruitment, automate compliance, and foster remote collaboration.

🔹 Manufacturing Firms

Manxel tracks shift attendance, overtime hours, and performance reviews in environments with large frontline workforces.

🔹 Educational Institutions

Track faculty hours, automate payroll for part-time instructors, and manage academic calendars—all through a centralized HRMS system.

Why Manxel is a Smart HR Investment

Adopting a modern HRMS system like Manxel is more than just an operational upgrade—it's a strategic move that drives:

Higher employee satisfaction

Better retention rates

Faster decision-making

Enhanced business agility

In a time when employees expect more transparency, personalization, and digital experiences from employers, Manxel HRMS helps companies meet those expectations.

Future-Ready HR Technology

Manxel continues to evolve by incorporating:

Artificial Intelligence for smarter hiring

Predictive analytics for workforce planning

Enhanced mobile experiences

Integration with third-party tools like Slack, Zoom, and accounting platforms

This commitment to innovation ensures that businesses using Manxel always stay ahead of HR technology trends.

Conclusion: Empower Your HR with Manxel

Managing HR manually or through outdated systems is no longer sustainable in today’s fast-moving business world. A cloud-based HRMS system like Manxel HRMS not only digitizes your HR processes but also empowers your team to focus on people, not paperwork.

Whether you’re a small company laying the foundation for scalable HR, or a global enterprise seeking efficiency and compliance, Manxel offers the tools, insights, and flexibility you need to succeed.

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Transform Employee Management with Noqu’s Smart Time and Attendance System

In the modern digital workplace, efficient management of employee time and attendance is critical to operational success. Businesses seeking to streamline workforce operations can benefit significantly from using a time office attendance software like Noqu. This powerful solution offers an integrated approach to tracking attendance, managing shifts, and ensuring compliance with labor regulations—without the errors or delays associated with manual processes.

Noqu’s time attendance software is designed for simplicity and accuracy. It automates clock-in and clock-out processes, offers real-time attendance monitoring, and supports multiple authentication methods including biometric, RFID, and mobile check-ins. This ensures that employee time records are accurate and tamper-proof, which is crucial for fair payroll processing.

One of the key benefits of adopting Noqu HR management software is its seamless integration with HR payroll systems. This means organizations can automatically calculate wages, account for overtime, and generate payslips—all based on real-time attendance data. The system reduces administrative overhead, minimizes payroll errors, and ensures timely salary disbursement, leading to higher employee satisfaction.

The online attendance system offered by Noqu allows HR teams and managers to access data from anywhere, anytime. With cloud-based accessibility, businesses with multiple branches or remote teams can maintain unified oversight of attendance without relying on physical registers or isolated systems. Managers can also generate insightful reports to track punctuality trends, absenteeism, and employee productivity over time.

Why choose Noqu?

Its all-in-one platform eliminates the need for separate software solutions, consolidating attendance tracking, leave management, and payroll into a single interface. This reduces complexity and offers a more holistic view of workforce operations. Moreover, they prioritise data security and compliance, ensuring your HR processes are safe, transparent, and audit-ready.

In summary, Noqu’s time office attendance software and HR payroll systems empower organizations to manage their workforce with greater efficiency, accuracy, and confidence. From automating mundane tasks to delivering actionable insights, Noqu is the future of smart HR management.

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Case Studies: Dubai Companies That Improved Operations with Service Management Software

In today’s highly competitive service-driven economy, operational efficiency, customer satisfaction, and timely service delivery are crucial for success—especially in a dynamic hub like Dubai. From cleaning companies to facility management firms, service-oriented businesses across the emirate are increasingly turning to Service Industry Management Software to streamline workflows, enhance customer experiences, and boost overall productivity.

In this blog, we’ll explore real-life case studies of Dubai-based companies that significantly improved their operations through the implementation of Service Management Software.

1. SmartClean Services: Automated Scheduling for Field Teams

Challenge: SmartClean Services, a mid-sized cleaning company in Dubai, faced issues with manual job scheduling and inconsistent field reporting. Missed appointments and lack of real-time updates led to customer complaints and lost revenue.

Solution: They implemented a cloud-based Service Management System with GPS-enabled job scheduling, real-time staff tracking, and digital reporting tools.

Results:

35% improvement in on-time job completion

Reduction in customer complaints by 40%

Increased operational visibility and staff productivity

2. GulfTech Maintenance: Centralized Job Management

Challenge: GulfTech Maintenance handled multiple services like HVAC repairs, electrical work, and plumbing. Each service department operated in silos, leading to duplication of work and inconsistent invoicing.

Solution: The company adopted an all-in-one Service Industry Software that centralized task assignments, billing, and reporting into one platform.

Results:

Unified workflow across all departments

50% faster job completion rates

Real-time invoice generation, improving cash flow

3. Elite Facilities Management: Real-Time Customer Communication

Challenge: Elite Facilities Management struggled with poor communication between their teams and clients. Service delays and unclear status updates often led to dissatisfaction.

Solution: They integrated a Customer Portal and Mobile App via their Service Management Software, allowing clients to log service requests, track progress, and rate service delivery.

Results:

60% increase in client satisfaction ratings

Drastic reduction in manual follow-ups

Strengthened client retention and repeat business

4. AquaFix Pool Services: Inventory and Asset Tracking

Challenge: AquaFix, a pool cleaning and repair company, had difficulties tracking parts, tools, and consumables used by their field teams. Inventory mismanagement led to service delays and extra expenses.

Solution: They deployed a service management platform with built-in inventory tracking and asset management modules.

Results:

Improved stock visibility across all job sites

20% reduction in waste and theft

Enhanced accountability and reduced costs

5. HomeCare 24/7: Data-Driven Decision Making

Challenge: HomeCare 24/7, a healthcare and home nursing provider, was operating without performance insights. They lacked real-time reporting on patient visits, staff efficiency, and service feedback.

Solution: They adopted a service management solution with custom analytics dashboards and reporting tools.

Results:

Increased transparency into operations

Data-driven staff allocation, reducing overtime by 25%

Better strategic planning and compliance with healthcare standards

Final Thoughts

These case studies highlight how Service Industries Management Software Dubai is not just a luxury—it’s a necessity for Dubai’s fast-paced and customer-centric service sector. From scheduling and asset management to communication and analytics, the right software can unlock transformative operational improvements and long-term business growth.

Whether you're a small business or an enterprise-level service provider, investing in a tailored service management solution could be the competitive edge your company needs.

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The Future Is Now: 2025 Businesses Still Overlooking the Best Attendance Solution

Singapore’s economy doubled its growth pace in 2024 — and analysts expect this momentum to continue through 2025, with businesses in wholesale trade, manufacturing, construction and engineering, and finance driving rapid hiring and operational expansion. But while these companies scale their teams and open new locations, many of them still rely on outdated attendance tracking and struggle with payroll errors, absenteeism, and compliance gaps as a consequence.

If your business is growing, you need better tools to manage HR, especially a time attendance software solution, which is foundational for tracking employee hours accurately. But how do you choose the best software? Here are the key features to look for:

Built-in GPS and geolocation tools

Do you want to ensure that employees can only clock in from approved locations? Choose a time attendance software that supports GPS tracking, QR code scanning, and geofencing to verify attendance accurately and reduce time fraud. It should detect fake GPS apps by enabling GPS alongside QR code scans at designated facilities, ensuring that users can't fake their location when marking attendance.

Advanced selfie and face ID capabilities

Look for time attendance software with facial recognition and selfie-based check-ins to protect employee data while allowing seamless, contactless attendance—even in remote or multi-site environments. The best systems integrate with biometric devices, using face recognition and other advanced biometrics to enable real-time syncing with attendance records for instant updates.

Automatic calculations that connect with payroll

Select a solution that automatically calculates overtime, leave balances, public holidays, and off-days, and then accurately integrates this data with your payroll system. This reduces admin errors and helps ensure that your employees receive accurate compensation without delays.

Smart scheduling and rostering

Make sure that the time attendance software supports flexible scheduling. It should let you build and adjust multiple shift types, configure overtime rules for different teams, and send automated reminders about schedule changes so your operations run smoothly.

Custom rules for your operations

Pick a system that allows you to set your own attendance rules — whether that’s grace periods, deductions for late arrivals, or multiple overtime structures. Your software should adapt to your company’s workflows, not the other way around.

Reports you can generate instantly

Use a platform that lets you create reports with a single click. You should be able to generate attendance summaries, overtime reports, and detailed timesheets in real time without needing to pull data manually.

If you're still relying on spreadsheets or fragmented systems, you’re wasting time and leaving plenty of room for expensive errors.

Use Adaptive Pay today to start scaling your operations. As one of Singapore’s top time attendance software solutions, it includes all of the features mentioned above — and more. See it in action by booking a demo.

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Optimize Your Workforce Management with Powerful Times Software Solutions

Unlocking Business Efficiency with Times Software: A Comprehensive HR & Payroll Solution

In today’s fast-paced and competitive business environment, managing human resources, payroll, and employee time effectively is critical to a company’s success. As organizations scale, manual systems often become a bottleneck, leading to inefficiencies, compliance risks, and increased administrative overhead. This is where Times Software steps in as a robust and integrated solution that simplifies HR operations and optimizes workforce management.

What Is Times Software?

Times Software is a leading HR management and payroll solution that provides a comprehensive suite of tools designed to automate and streamline various business processes. From attendance tracking and leave management to payroll processing and compliance reporting, Times Software helps companies reduce manual effort and ensure accuracy across operations.

With its modular design and user-friendly interface, Times Software is suitable for businesses of all sizes and industries. Whether you’re a small business looking for a basic payroll solution or a large enterprise needing enterprise-grade customization and integration, Times Software adapts to meet your needs.

Key Features of Times Software

Automated Payroll Management Times Software simplifies the payroll process by automating salary calculations, tax deductions, statutory contributions, and payslip generation. It ensures that payroll is processed accurately and on time, reducing the chances of human error and saving HR departments valuable hours every month.

Time and Attendance Tracking Accurate time tracking is crucial for employee productivity and payroll accuracy. Times Software offers biometric integration, mobile check-ins, and web-based time tracking options. Managers can easily monitor employee hours, overtime, and absences in real time.

Leave Management System The software offers an intuitive leave application and approval system. Employees can request leave online, and managers can approve or reject requests with a single click. The system automatically updates leave balances, ensuring transparency and reducing administrative work.

Compliance and Reporting Compliance with local labor laws and statutory requirements is a key focus of Times Software. The system is regularly updated to meet regulatory changes and offers automated generation of reports for tax authorities, insurance boards, and internal audits.

Self-Service Portals Employees and managers benefit from self-service portals that allow them to access payslips, apply for leave, update personal information, and view attendance records. This reduces the HR department’s workload and empowers employees to manage their own data.

Scalability and Customization Times Software is highly scalable, making it ideal for businesses experiencing rapid growth. It also supports industry-specific configurations, ensuring the solution is aligned with the unique needs of different sectors such as healthcare, manufacturing, retail, and education.

Integration with Third-Party Systems Times Software can integrate with other enterprise systems like ERP, accounting, and project management tools, ensuring a seamless flow of data across platforms. This makes it easier for businesses to maintain centralized data and consistent workflows.

Benefits of Using Times Software

Implementing Times Software delivers a range of benefits, including:

Improved Accuracy: Automated processes reduce errors in payroll and attendance data.

Time Savings: HR staff spend less time on repetitive tasks and more time on strategic initiatives.

Cost Efficiency: Streamlining operations reduces administrative costs and prevents compliance penalties.

Better Decision-Making: Real-time data and comprehensive reports provide insights for better workforce planning.

Employee Satisfaction: With self-service tools and timely payroll, employee morale and trust increase.

Who Can Benefit from Times Software?

Times Software is versatile and can be used across various industries including:

Manufacturing: Managing shift workers and complex attendance requirements.

Healthcare: Handling round-the-clock staffing and compliance with health sector regulations.

Retail: Managing large workforces with part-time and seasonal employees.

Education: Tracking academic and non-academic staff attendance and payroll.

IT and Services: Supporting flexible schedules and project-based work.