Novel & Cerita Billionaire Lawyer's Secretary

For some reason, the mailman wouldn’t leave them on her porch. A short, chubby, middle-aged woman approached her. “Mrs. Jackson?” “Yes.” “Mr. Bowman is ready for you.” Regina stood and followed the secretary down the hall to the last office. After the secretary opened the door, Regina entered the office. The room had thick, gray carpeting. The bookshelves were black and slick in appearance, and the walls were a dark cream color. A white man with brown and gray hair who appeared to be in his early fifties was walking toward her. “Mrs. Jackson, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said with a gentle smile, offering his hand to her.

“Now if you'll excuse us, I need to get everyone who is coming to Houston with me together. Would you mind letting my secretary know she can send in the others on your way out?” “Of course, sir,” I replied meekly, turning blindly to reach for the door. I couldn't get out of the room fast enough. As soon as the secretary saw me emerge, she nodded to the newly gathered crowd to go in. A stream of lawyers poured past me, and not a single one said a word. “I told you not to mess with me,” Alexa said, coming to the door. She smiled, her teeth cruel and bright. “Have fun staying here. I'll send you a postcard.”

The elderly man asked, his tone direct as he fixed his gaze on me, making me feel like I was the subject of scrutiny. I hesitated, my nerves betraying me, leaving my voice a little shakier than I intended. "I... I’m Nella." Before I could say more, Roy intervened, cutting the tension. "She's my secretary, Dad." The elderly man’s eyebrows shot up in mild surprise. It was clear he was not accustomed to seeing a secretary sitting at the table with them, especially not in such an important gathering. The expectation had always been that secretaries remain standing at the edge of the room, serving or observing, not participating in the conversation. His gaze lingered on me, and for a moment, I co

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

Everything about the headquarters speaks of power and prestige, and a flicker of nervousness churns in my stomach. A sudden commotion draws my attention. The elevator doors slide open again, and a flurry of assistants rushes out, trailing papers and apologies. "Silence!” The booming voice cuts through the chaos, and my breath catches. It's sharp, authoritative—and painfully familiar. "I can't work with this level of disorganization," the boss snaps. “Where is my head secretary?” The moment feels surreal, the air thick with tension as everyone freezes. My legs tremble as I force myself to stand. "Right here," I manage, my voice steadier than I feel.

She said getting out of the car, her mother signalled for her to wait, she did. "Ah Sabeerah is here Hajiya, she'll like to greet you." And Sabeerah fled after hearing that, she wasn't ready for greetings with aunts, they always drained her. Sarah came hurrying after her, she was panting, sweaty and her hands were full with the files. They got into the building and took the elevator to the fifth floor. "Good day ma'am." The lawyer's secretary greeted standing up. "Is she in?" Sabeerah asked about the lawyer.

I ordered. “Yes sir.” she carried Chelsea to her room immediately while I took some chips and orange juice to my room, I brought my laptop out to do some work. I really need a secretary just the way Chelsea needs a nanny. My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts, I frowned at the unknown number that was calling me. “Mr. Winthrop.” the caller said. “Yes, Who’s this?” “Am David Morgan sir and I heard you are looking for a secretary.” and my frowned deepens,

Olivia paced nervously in the corridor, her heart racing uncontrollably as she checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time. This was the day she had waited for so long – the day she would finally meet Christopher Brooks, the renowned lawyer known for his impeccable track record. She had dressed impeccably for the occasion, her dark brown hair tied into a sleek bun and her tailored business suit accentuating her slender figure.

Aunty Clara on the other hand is all smiles. "Richard has really done some work with the place, don't you think Aiden?" My aunt says once the elevator doors shut, "I didn't think he had it on him." I don't know what she wants me to say but my best bet is nothing. The lawyer's secretary leads us into his office while our entourage waits outside. The interior of the office is simple yet spacious. The combination of warm colors exude a homely feel. This office is certainly designed to make his clients comfortable enough to spill all their deepest secrets.

Stephani, the secretary, enthusiastically shouted in the office. Since today's news came out, everyone's focus shifted to the betting going on. Secretary Belinda studied the magazine cover and exclaimed, "Goodness! Is this the same charming CEO we know? How can he have the audacity to show such a deep affectionate smile?" Shaking her head in disbelief, she even took out money from her pocket and placed it on the left side – the side where they bet that the CEO would change his ways. Well, it's just a game!