Novel & Cerita Becoming Madam Secretary Book

She was so flat that it was hard for her to believe she was pregnant. The bell of the mansion rang insistently. They had all gone to Alba's house with the lawyers, and Eva and Demetrio had had to go out for a business lunch. She was the only one with the nanny, who had fallen into depression since Dante had been taken away and hardly left the room. Amber didn't want to go out, she felt so bad that she thought she could faint at any moment, and she didn't want to be a stumbling block to anyone, especially at that moment when everyone was worried about the little one. He trudged down the stairs, and then made his way to the door. Amber felt the hairs on her body stand up as she saw the woman i

I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake." "She's hot though," the other man said, "I could use—" "That's enough." I shot him a glare, "just do what you've been told to do." "She's been down there for hours. You might as well feed her." A familiar voice spoke up making me sigh as I turned around, going face to face with Amelia Lance, a twenty-three year old woman who also happened to be one of my best Assassins. She wasn't bitchy and was quite nice.

A/N: Dear readers, just to tell you that this chapter has gay smut in it, so if you do not like it and can’t read it, please skip it to the next chapter. Some readers might find this offensive since I never added the LGBT tag to the book. I am sorry I didn’t, the book is on another path. Thanks ^_^ (Back to the book) Madison POV It was moment like these, I realized, that made all the long hours, all the sacrifice and work, worth it. Because in the end., it was all about saving lives.

She wondered how many people had failed to make it past these doors, how many had faltered in the presence of this world and never returned. “Good morning,” the receptionist said, her voice cheerful and calm, like the sun itself. “Mr. Blackwood will see you shortly. Please wait in his office.” Ava nodded, trying to steady her voice. She followed the long corridor, the walls lined with minimalist artwork that made her feel almost insignificant in comparison. Every step she took toward that office felt heavy with expectation, with invisible eyes watching, measuring, and judging. She had rehearsed her words, practiced her smile, and memorized every line of her resume. She reminded herself that

Nathan was still standing when the image of the secretary returned to his mind. Not the current one. The demand. “Keep my secretary. There is no one better suited for the position.” His father’s voice echoed in his head like an order he refused to accept without question. Harry Albuquerque was not a man of emotional requests. If he said that, there was a reason. And that alone was dangerous. Nathan sat slowly behind the desk. Opened the drawer and retrieved the employee file he had requested earlier that morning. Hanna Roshe. • Four years with the company

Then the slogan written by Liana is, "It's just a boss and secretary relationship. Nothing more than a special secretary!" Nova chuckled saw the slogan. It turns out that Liana hates himself and Liana thinks of Nova as her boss. Nova looked back at the book entitled, "Reasons To Stay Alive," muttered Nova reading the book title. "The true story of fighting depression and making peace with yourself by Matt Haig, an anxiety sufferer," muttered Nova as if he could not believe the book was in Liana's house. "Do you know what's in that book? You are even lazy to read books," sneered Liana, who had just come from the kitchen.

They exchanged a few more pleasantries before Madeline mentioned, "Grandma's got me working as a secretary at the company, so I've got to head back. I'll catch you tonight." Caleb raised an eyebrow. "Secretary?" Madeline gave a playful blink. "Uh-huh. Is that a problem?" Caleb shook his head. "Not at all. Being a secretary teaches you a lot, and it can lead to great things. A lot of top executives started as secretaries, you know." Madeline let out a genuine laugh. "Well, that's encouraging. You've got me feeling all inspired now." Madeline lacked the seasoning of real-world experience, but that was her chance.

After seeing how brave Paul was, I eradicated every atom of fear embedded inside of me and gestured to the secretary. “Why did you walk past me? Do you have an appointment with the CEO?” She questioned us. Her hands were already resting on the landline, waiting to tell us if we chose to act smart. “Don't you recognize us? I am Ethan's wife, the son of your CEO.” I introduced myself, while Paul did the same thing. I was hoping it would be enough to sneak us to Mr. Wood's office. “Of course, I know you,” the secretary said while keeping my hopes alive.

he said without looking up. The secretary stepped in. "Sir, Madam is here." Nick froze. Madam? Which— He turned—and nearly fell out of his chair. "What—what are you doing here?!" Cecilia walked in calmly and settled onto the couch, flipping through a magazine as if she owned the place. She glanced up at the secretary, her tone casual and natural. "A latte, please." As though she made this request every day. The secretary looked to Nick for confirmation. He waved her on, still stunned.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.