All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secretary. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"We've done three internal audits this year. A fourth one is just a waste of time." There is a general intake of breaths across the impossibly large central office. Senior executives are seated on stuffed high chairs behind the thirty feet long glass conference table and their gazes snap to one another. No doubt, they're shocked at my pompousness but not nearly as much as the fact that he is allowing it.Seated at the head of the table, the pinnacle of our firm and chairman of the meeting glares at me. The aura emanating from him is unmatched and I tremble all over."What do you suggest then, Miss Griffin?" One of the executives calls out from across me, "An external audit? Have a bunch of outsiders playing detective in our business?" He snorts like he has just made a joke.I turn back to him. The boss. He has to listen to me. "It's the only way," At least I pregnate my words with some deference, "Someone within the company is leaking our ideas to our competitors and we've got to fi

"Star, wait!" My feet ache from how briskly I'm walking. The Ward mansion is so big, it takes me a great deal of time to walk down the driveway. Behind me, Neal's shoes hit the ground as he marches after me."I said wait!" he grunts, finally grabbing my arm and swinging me around. His face is red from the cold."Let me go," I whisper. My voice sounds as dead as I feel."Dinner isn't over. It's rude for you to just leave like that." I let out an incredulous laugh, "Your mom and her friends talked down to me to my face and you're worried about manners?"His shoulders deflate as he sighs, "I'm sorry she said those things to you...""You didn't defend me," I point out, "Not once. And you didn't introduce me right. I'm your girlfriend as well as your secretary."The looks he gives me is indecipherable and I get fed up. I wrestle to get out of his grip but before I can wrench away from him, he pulls me into his arms for an embrace. I don't want to give in–I really don't. But his warmth i

“I want a review of the most recent meeting sent to my office before noon.”Narrow eyed, I stare him down. He’s glaring right back at me with zero recognition on his face. His tan, beautifully chiseled face that I missed so much, even though I’d rather die that admit it.Something is wrong…I just can’t figure out what. While I’m stuck in my confusion, he sweeps past, engulfing me in a thick wave of expensive cologne. Instinctively, I take a deep, greedy breath.A bitter taste fills my mouth immediately. He changed his cologne.Everything about him has changed. From the new company to the strange way he’s acting.“Oh and Star…if that’s your real name…do well to make yourself well acquainted with the rest secretaries,” Neal drawls without a pause in his arrogant strides. “Get things under control immediately and report back to me.”Right. He’s my boss…again. I want to tell him to go fuck himself but then I’m briefly distracted by the way his sleek, dark grey suit molds around

“Mommy’s home!”My son’s excited voice cuts through my thoughts, welcoming me home. Donning a small smile, I crouch and extend my arms for a hug. “Come here, baby,” I laugh as he flies into my arms, nearly knocking me backwards.I ruffle his wispy blond hair and nuzzle into the crook of his tiny neck, taking in a huge, calming breath. He smells like Cheetos and left over pancakes but it’s comforting, especially after a crazy day.“Oh sweetie, you’re back.” I look up to see my mom shuffle over. She’s in her signature home wear– a comfy mismatched sweatshirt and sweatpants pair.“How was your first day?” She inquires kindly.That simple question quenches the momentary peace I felt seconds ago. How was my first day? Emotionally draining.Meeting Neal again after three years, him mistaking me for some new woman, his alleged inability to remember me, having to once again work as his secretary, seeing my best friend for the first time in three years, having drinks with my new, ult

“Damn it!” I hiss to myself as I press myself against Neal’s door, slamming it shut.My eyes are wild, raking all over the office for any sign of the dark blond, dark eyed Adonis. My chest rises and falls as I breathe harshly from my encounter with Bethany Ward.“I need to meet Agatha,” I say aloud, not minding whether he can hear me or not. She needs to know that I’ve managed to score her an invite to Bethany’s gala.My voice bounces off the glass walls and I frown. “Ne…Mr Ward?”My heels click on the tiles as I step further inside. His seat is empty. There is no sign of him anywhere.“Mr Ward, you asked to see me,” I announce, beginning to get mad. He better not have summoned me up here as a prank. I met his evil mother for goodness sake.“In here!”I follow the sound of his voice to a smaller office tucked safely away from sight. It contains several awards hung on the walls as well as several pictures of two men I don’t recognize.“Soft Rock belonged to my grandfather,