Billionaire Lawyer's Secretary Mga Nobela at Kwento

Today, to be exact, would be a slightly different day for her as she no longer worked a day job with a different client but instead focused solely on being a secretary at a Hills company. Tessa wore a tight shirt with two buttons open, exposing her prominent cleavage. Not only that, the pencil skirt, which was only limited to her thighs, made her look like a cheap woman. However, Tessa doesn't mind that as long as her work is successful. Tessa only needed to seduce the CEO, who had a bit of a problem with sensual attraction, and Tessa only needed to be a slightly more mischievous secretary to carry out the plan according to the $3 billion fee that she had already gotten half of.

"No way! What was she like? Was she as beautiful as everyone says she is?" Trevor chuckled. "Yes, she definitely was. But she's also very professional and focused." Warren's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh man, I hope I get the chance to meet her! Maybe she'll be impressed by my charm and hire me on the spot." Trev raised an eyebrow in amusement, but he didn't comment any further. Warren leaned in closer and whispered, "Hey, did you know that the job vacancy is actually for the CEO's personal secretary?"

I smoothed my blouse, ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it , and made my way to the top floor. Dean’s voice was calm, firm, controlled same as always as I entered. “Dad, this is my secretary, Bianca West,” he said without even looking at me. His secretary. Not Bianca. Not “the head of my administrative team.”Not even “my assistant.” Just… secretary. Stripped bare. I felt naked I swallowed the sting and smiled, polite. “Mr. Andrews, it’s a pleasure.” John Andrews barely glanced up from his glass of water. His presence was sharp silver hair, hard eyes, and a suit that probably cost more than my rent. He could pass for mid sixties, if he had Dean early.

Zoey said, as she demonstrated by touching the underside of her eyes. "So what does that have to do with her job?" Anabelle asked, looking more interested in hearing more. "Exactly, I do not seem to get your point," Luca said when he could not fix the picture, and Phillip nodded in affirmation. "Exactly, but see how that comes into the picture. I overheard Mr. Aaron talking to someone on the phone. Mr. Gavriel gave the new secretary a contract to sign before she could resume her work here. She said the contract entitled her to be his secretary, housekeeper, and submissive. That was all I could hear before I got a call from my mom," Zoey explained, and Anabelle looked so surprised, but Luca w

he seemed to complain like a child to his secretary. Kraius’s secretary wanted to laugh when he hit his head and fell on his desk. It is unthinkable that the lawyer also has a childish mindset. She is one of those who admire him because of his efficiency in the cases he handles. However, she was also annoyed by the lawyer’s being a fuckboy. “I don’t actually know, Mr. Montreal, ” she awkwardly said. “But, we can use the incense. Wait a minute.” She turned around and left Kraius on the table.

I got up abruptly, the same case as the secretary who was intentionally making my life harder than it was. Her heels clicked noisily on the terrazzo as she ran towards the office. I also scurried to the same office, my old pair of boots also making the necessary noise. We both arrived at the door at the same time, and God, I hated her perfume. "Сэр, у неё нет назначения." The bitch was quick to blurt before I could speak. (Sir, she doesn't have an appointment.) The lawyer was a good-looking gent in his late forties. He was clad in an official black suit and a choke tie. He stared up at us. He recognized me because, from the frown on his face, he was ready to beg the world to swallow me.

She's standing and walking with authority, maybe a well trained by her boss. Mr. Ezekiel Duke Wolkzbin hates a stupid and kinda lazy person. We stopped in front of a huge and breathtaking office door. The door is made up of luxurious and expensive tools. There's also a securing check beside the door. This office will be the most stunning and expensive office I could ever step in. Well, it's owned by a Billionaire. What do I expect? The secretary look at me and then she raised her left eyebrows. I think she is kinda irritated on my presence. But why would she be irritated on me, right?

He had spent the past two hours aggressively sweating, trying to negotiate a basic lease on a mid-tier crossover that he could barely afford to show off in, and this man had just walked in and bought a top-of-the-line luxury vehicle swipe-clear in less than thirty seconds, treating a six-figure purchase like he was buying a pack of gum at a gas station. Tanya blinked rapidly, looking between Maxwell and Hazel in sheer, unadulterated disbelief. "Wait... assistant? You're buying her a car?" Maxwell finally cast a brief, ice-cold glance back at them. He didn't raise his voice, nor did he break his calm demeanor, but the sheer, crushing authority in his tone made Romeo subconsciously take a pani

“They won’t.” “I need your word for it.” “You got it.” “Okay.” I inhaled deeply and said, “So, I’m listening.” “Excellent.” His smile turned warm when he said, “I need you to be my secretary.” I blinked furiously. “I’m sorry—what?” He stepped closer, his face stern again. “I’m in need of a secretary. A personal assistant. And I’d like to hire you.” “B-but, why?” I swallowed. “I mean, I’m just a convenience store part-timer! What do I know about being a secretary to the CEO of a global powerhouse that has a strong influence in our country’s economics and politics?!”

Helen told her. All of it — Vivian at the door, Lyla beside her, the conversation that had been designed to sound like concern and functioned like a series of very precise cuts. The resignation. The compensation. The *find someone actually available*. The *scandals destroy careers*. The *secretary who slept with her married boss* delivered in Lyla's warm, regretful voice as though she were simply describing a reality Helen had somehow failed to anticipate. When she finished, Linda was sitting very still.