Billionaire Lawyer's Secretary นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Chatting on the Facebook with some guy who I was quite acquainted with, when I saw lawyers walking out from the conference hall. I raised my head up to stare at them. They were stealing glances at me as well. One dark stunted growth lawyer refused to take his eyes off me, until his head collided with elevator he was about going forth in. I bubbled with laughter at this. I was still laughing when I saw dad's Secretary brushing her hair with her index finger and blushing furiously, making her resemble a freshly plucked out tomato, straight from the garden. I traced my eyes to what was source of her uneasiness and then, I saw him.

she answered confidently. “It is all right.” Instantly, the lawyer began to draft his simple petition which he addressed to the President. He concluded with: (To avoid filing a lawsuit which would take a lot of time and money to resolve, kindly be gentleman enough by compensating my client with the sum of two million pounds sterling. As you are aware the sum is not enough for the inconveniences and mental stress that your inconsiderate action had caused your President's secretary and her family. I hope you will comply and save your organization embarrassment and dent on your integrity. Yours truly, Barr. Denise Wentworth)

Kayla I leaned back against the plush velvet of the booth, the ice in my drink rattling as my hand shook just a little. I and the girls had already done four rounds of shots so I was feeling very chatty. "Of course they're talking, Monet. Let's look at the facts. The man is a billionaire CEO who breathes rarified air, and I’m just his fucking secretary. To them, I'm just a glitch in his system."

he said after a moment. He took the envelope back, nodded once, and left without another word. My hands shook after he was gone. I felt as though I had just dived into a pool of water and cleared a part of my head. Later that afternoon, Dean gathered all staff. “One of our investors will be visiting today,” he said, all polished authority. “I expect professionalism. Best behavior. This reflects on all of us.” The name came an hour later. Ayden Miller. He walked in like he owned the place. Expensive suit. Easy smile. The kind of confidence that came from never being told no.

"Oh, sweetie, at your age, if you still can't get pregnant, it's probably because you were too wild in your younger days. All those consequences catching up to you." I poured myself a cup of tea, utterly unruffled. "Marcus, are you blind? How could you fall for someone like that? I happen to know one of the top ophthalmologists in the world." Marcus caught the barb. His face cycled between ashen and livid. "Her name is Amber Holloway. She's a secretary I hired six months ago. She's fresh out of school, hasn't been around many people -- she speaks her mind a little too freely. Don't hold it against her."

"Sorry about that. Now, where were we?" "Madison was just telling us about her day at work," Hazel chirped. "Oh, right - you work as a secretary or something?" Derek asked. "Personal assistant to Alexander Knight at Knight Industries." "Alexander Knight? The CEO?" He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Must be quite the... demanding position." "Excuse me?" "Come on, we all know how these things work." He winked. "Beautiful young woman, powerful executive—I'm sure you've found ways to make yourself invaluable to the company."

Natasha smoothed her tight black pencil skirt one last time before stepping into the gleaming elevator of William's Tower. At twenty-four, she had just landed the job of a lifetime personal secretary to Benson William, the self-made billionaire whose face graced every business magazine and whose body had haunted her late-night fantasies for months. The moment she saw him in the flesh during her final interview, her panties had grown damp. Now, on day one, the reality was even more devastating. He was waiting in the executive suite when she arrived, leaning against the massive mahogany desk in a tailored charcoal suit that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow hips. His dark eyes flicked over

“This is everything you deserve. Everything.” Clara pulled a chair closer and sat in front of me like she was preparing for something serious. “Tell us everything. What did they say? What position? When?” I exhaled slowly, still trying to stabilize the feeling inside my chest. “Senior litigator,” I said. “Friday. They said they were impressed with my work.” “As they should be,” Chloe said immediately, still sniffling. My hands moved unconsciously to my lap, fingers folding together. I only noticed the trembling once I saw it.

Claire glared at him then turned her head away , She realized that it was a waste of breath to talk with him . " Where are you going ? " asked Edward . " Where I go is my business . " said Claire . " It won't be anymore . " said Edward then looked at Erik who nodded his head and left the office . " Heh ! Why ? " said Claire . Erik soon came back holding a contract and gave it to Claire . Claire looked at the contract in her hands and noticed the word special lawyer as party B . " For as long as you work for me........where you are , who you talk with.......is my business . " said Edward .

“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.”