Billionaire Lawyer's Secretary Novels & Stories

he says, placing a kiss on my hand. It means a lot, but all I manage is a soft “thank you,” forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah, my new secretary, not my girl,” Ben clarifies smoothly. “Ohh… yeah. I remember—the other one got married or something, and you were worrying about a replacement,” the billionaire says. “Yeah, this one was an easy and cheap replacement. She’s my brother’s fiancée. I don’t think she even went to college—it was a favor—”

I’ve only just started building my savings back up, and if I want to try and keep all the animals, I’m going to have to pick up a lot more shifts at the bar. Like one every single night and go back to low cut shirts and letting gross men hit on me so I can get bigger tips. I shudder at the thought, not sure if I’m capable of sinking that low. The secretary at the lawyer’s office answers right away and transfers me over. “Hi, Ms. Cross,” the lawyer starts. “First of all, I’m very sorry for your loss.” “Thank you.” “Would you be able to come into the office sometime today? We have some paperwork to take care of.”

She replied, silently hoping that she wasn’t making the wrong decision. ******^*** Justin’s secretary took one heap of a breath as she made an incision of the cross on her chest, before she knocked on the huge glass doors in front of her. His right brow perked in annoyance catching her amusing gesture, he murmured a “come in” moments later. “Good afternoon sir.” “Get to the point.” He drawled, his focus still on the widescreen in front of him. I’m not getting paid enough for this, she thought, “Well the board at LAWSON CORP has agreed to a meeting per your request sir.”

I pull my skirt down,my eyes trained down as my heels click on the marble floor. I try to ignore the burning gazes I feel boring on my back. I feel like a fucking wh*re. Fuck, I just acted like one a moment ago. Stepping inside that office, I had my resume stacked in an envelope, ready for an interview to be a secretary. Why would I apply for a secretary job when I am a law graduate? Well, even Mr Monroe asked me the same thing when I presented my resume.

BlackVeil was smaller than Emerald, but it had that expensive silence that screamed exclusivity. When I reached the top floor, I spotted his secretary immediately. She was stunning, young, confident, and dressed like she’d just stepped out of a perfume ad. Tight white blouse. Short pencil skirt. Legs crossed neatly. I almost scoffed. “May I help you?” she asked, flashing a professional smile that somehow still felt like a challenge. “Yes,” I said, adjusting the rose in my hand. “I’m here to see Mr. Julien Knightley.” “Do you have an appointment?” she asked, typing on her keyboard.

Maxi length, delicate neckline with an off-shoulder arm and a slit leading up to her thighs. Her hair was left down too and except for the little earrings that were on her ear, there was no order jewelry on her. "Wow, and who is that beauty?" My mum asked, staring as much as I stared, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. "My secretary" I walked to the said secretary, seeing her eyes brighten when she saw me, and she walked up to meet me, nervousness in her eyes. "Why are they all staring at me?" "Because you're beautiful."

“We can fix this…” Now he thinks he can make it all better with a few flowers and gestures? I roll my eyes as I zip up my suitcase. As if I can just forget the years of being invisible to him, treated like nothing more than his secretary. The secretary who held his business together, who stood in the background while he climbed the ladder, oblivious to the damage he was doing to me. Now, when I’m finally stepping out on my own, finding my own path, he wants to pull me back into his world? No, I’m not going to let him. Not now, not after everything.

"After years of success, you mean to tell me an ordinary blackmail from an ordinary secretary managed to manipulate you into sleeping with her?" "Amelia_-" "C'mon Ryan! Make it make sense!"

She wouldn't even let me into her estate not to talk of her mansion or office building and I wasn't going to risk letting her know that I had kept the child instead of getting rid of it like she had ordered. I had really struggled to make ends meet until three years ago when I applied to the company and got hired as a secretary. Four months ago, I got promoted to executive secretary and now I work directly with the CEO himself, Salvador Prichett who is one of the youngest successful billionaires in the country.

Now I would have to deal with at least twenty women begging for the job. ** "Hired. A woman about 32 years old, delicate, responsible, organized, experienced, and with a good record. That's all I need in one woman. "Thank you very much, from this moment on I will get up to speed, I will ask for the information with Grace and all her standards. Excuse me. I nodded and watched her walk away. I like her. I dialed Grace back from my desk. "I already have a secretary Grace, take care of her this afternoon.