Becoming Madam Secretary Book Novels & Stories

Madison stated with a scorn, rolling her eyes as she led the way to her father's office. Without breaking stride or making eye contact, Madison announced to the elderly secretary seated outside her father's office. “I'm here to see my dad.” said Madison as she walked past her without waiting for her acknowledgement, alongside Sheila. “Go… ahead. He's waiting for you… ” The woman's voice trailed off, as Madison and Sheila walked brushed past her, sauntering into the office with the frosted glass door bearing the title, “Special Agent In Charge - Brian Salts” in bold, black letters.

I was so distracted that I accidentally approved the wrong scheduling draft twice before my assistant carefully slid it back toward me with visible concern. “Are you okay?” “Perfect,” I lied automatically. She did not look convinced. Honestly, neither was I. By late afternoon, Madam Eloise called me into her office, and somehow, despite everything happening in my life, walking into her office still grounded me a little. Maybe because she carried herself with that kind of calm power that made chaos feel temporary. The room smelled faintly like jasmine tea and expensive paper. Politics. Corporate scandals. Economic instability. Some ridiculous billionaire controversy Madam Eloise described as

Bella Pov A package arrived at my mom's house addressed to me from a publishing company. I opened it and found a manuscript with a cover letter. "Dear Ms Morgan, We are publishing a memoir by Karen Tyler titled 'The Other Woman: A Love Story.' As someone mentioned extensively in the book we wanted to give you an advance copy and an opportunity to provide comment. Please contact us if you would like to respond." My hands shook as I read the letter. Karen was writing a book. A memoir about the affair. About the trial. About everything. And they were publishing it. They were going to put Karen's version of events out into the world and let her profit from destroying my life.

he dismissed. “Okay sir” she bowed. When leaving she sees Alisha's resentment glare lingering on her. She sighed, wondering what the lady dealt. They just met today, why the cold shoulder and arrogance? “Hey, Mackey. Who's that?” Amy asked when she got to the secretary’s cubicle. “Some new external Architect” she scoffed as she took her seat. “What is the tone for? Like you’re piss” Amy leaned on the counter. “She's a handful bitch” she typed in her password into her computer. She was evoked by Alisha's attitude toward her.

"You're Hailey, aren't you? You really look like a home wrecker! Let me tell you, Sean is my man. He's my boyfriend. Don't seduce him!" Hearing that, all the people in the secretary department were stunned. ..... ..... Dear readers, please endeavor to drop a comment after every read Also please click on the love sign at the top of the book details to add my book to your library so that you can continue to get an update.. Thank you so much for reading my book, Next update will come so soon.

a voice rings from the office, so loud that the secretary and I push back into our seats, backs slamming hard against the wall. "And never you come back!" it yells further. The last applicant rushes out of the office, looking like she just had a tussle with the devil himself. Her documents fly out of her grasp; she kneels to gather them, hands shaking, then storms off. I and the secretary exchange looks. "The madam is..." she mutters, "hard to please." I swallow. She lets out a shaky breath. "Just do your best and leave the rest to God." I blink. Yeah. Like she acting like a maniac right now will appreciate, 'my best.'

"It's you again!" She glanced at the overturned coffee cup angrily. "Just you wait. I’ll have Mr. Whitman fire you, you blind secretary!" Secretary? Madeline took a look at what she was wearing. Had she worn too professional-looking clothes today? Jeremy seemed to have heard the noise just then. He went over, his worldly temperament stringing along his strong aura.

A mother who nurtures your well-being and teaches you how to become a great woman. Sometimes, Marissa misses her parents, but she does not know how to feel when she would have been with them – because they were never there. The bitterness went to her throat, but she swallowed it, for it was not her moment. It is her boss and his mother’s. The secretary must have roamed all of the corners of the office while Madame Margarita Montero and the CEO exchanged personal conversations. They are both comfortable since for so many times Marissa existed in every moment of the CEO’s whereabouts, but she leaked no information. It only meant that she was a trustworthy person and the best secretary of the c

“What kind of meeting?” The secretary looked even more nervous. “I’m sorry, Ma. I can’t tell you that. It’s confidential.” Her words felt like a slap to my face. Just a secretary, yet she dared to hide things from me? I leaned closer and lowered my voice. “Do you know who I am?” “Yes, Ma,” she whispered, “But Mr. Adamson gave strict orders. I can’t say anything without his permission.” My blood boiled. I wanted to scream at her, but I forced myself to hold back. My glare was enough to make her shrink.

Suddenly a pang of guilt engulfed me , never in my life had I hurt a woman before, I was also shocked after realizing what I had done. I paced around in my room , Kendalla seated on my bed , showing no kind of remorse for any sort of thing that had happened. This was my fault!! Where the heck was my secretary ? Maybe she had gotten lost in this country new and strange to her. Damn it ,Cain !! Did you have to lash out at her like that ,man?!! I was in the middle of my thoughts when someone called Am I talking to Cain Powers ? Yes this is he... It's about Emma Millers ,she was rushed to the hospital hours ago ..