Is Office Space Box Of Flair Worth Reading?

"Take that card and buy a several elegant clothes. I don't like to see my office like a brothel." He is Eric Williams a sharp tongue but successful CEO. After throwing his black card on my desk, for me his handsome face looks like a devil. How can I stand with his spicy mouth?" Eric Williams 30 yo accidentally met Casandra Mckenzy 25 yo at a party. The first impression that made Eric dislike to Casandra was that Casandra's talkative and sexy-looking changed drastically when Casandra walked through Eric when he was robbed by a criminal in a bank. Eric who doesn't like secretaries who have sexy looks, finally accepts Casandra as his secretary for returning the favor. How do they work together since both of them have opposite personalities? Eric the cold CEO who doesn't believe in love and Casandra is a friendly woman who is trying to find her true love. Is it possible for them to fall in love with each other?

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

Sofia Shaffer is my obsession! I know she's an employee of my office and that makes everything very complicated, but I have to have that woman or I'll go crazy! One night. Just one night. Will that be enough to put an end to this insane desire that's taking me over? So I make the proposal... He wants me! An important man like CEO Brandon Reeves wants me! We've never exchanged a word and then he proposes a night in his bed... I'm tempted! Very tempted! This man has been the master of my most erotic dreams ever since I first saw him. The desire I feel for him burns me! But... his proposal is very indecent. Money in exchange for sex. It goes so against my convictions! But I have to admit that I'm torn! Should I give in and fulfill all my fantasies?

Vorian Rex is the inaccessible elite CEO of NexusVibe, a tech empire that controls the international stage. Affluent beyond extent and submitting to no one, he’s created a lifestyle of authority and confidentiality, concealing his truth: he’s gay, and he’s never permitted anyone near enough to question his dominance. That is, till Zephyr Cole, his new secretary, walks into his office with keen intelligence, subtle resistance, and an aura which dismantles Vorian’s impenetrable barriers. Zephyr is driven, insightful, and seductively enticing; a man who equals Vorian’s intensity. One late-night encounter triggers a bond that could consume them both. However, with a cruel adversary scheming to take NexusVibe, a family heritage at stake, and Zephyr’s own hidden truths threatening to emerge, their forbidden romance becomes an intense game. When a company scheme reveals their truth, Vorian must choose: safeguard his kingdom or fight for the man who’s proven to him what it means to be liberated.

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.

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