Boss And Secretary Novels & Stories

While in the elevator I searched in the internet the things that secretary do to his boss and giving coffee and arranging schedules is one of them I don't know if I'm good at that but I guess I can do it? It's for my money! And...well for myself! But it doesn't mean that I lost with him! While I'm his secretary I will make sure that this company will be at my mercy! I will make that Farris go to hell! Gracing the hall I went to the girl who are busy with the photocopy machine. I put down my sun glasses and stared at her. She seems nervous in front of me.

"The Boss brought you back to his penthouse last night. I slept in the guest room with you. You don't remember?" My mind went completely blank. "What… what did I do last night?" Elena was quiet for a second. "Are you sure you want to know?" "Tell me." "You cried, yelled, and hit the Boss. You cried and wiped your nose all over his eighty-thousand-dollar, custom-made Armani suit." My blood pressure shot through the roof. "And then?" My voice was shaking. "Not only did he not pull a gun on you, but he also kept sweet-talking you. He kept apologizing." Elena sounded like she still couldn't believe it. "Aria, that's Cassius Falcone."

Did he just call me there to witness that disgusting sight? They believe that everything is to give and take. Ryan I feel so good after having a facial treatment and now I'm on my way to the office. The car stopped right in front of the company and everyone outside bowed their obeisance as I walked boldly out of the car. How I wish I had a secretary There is a lot of applicants applying for the secretary's post but none of them interests me. I declined every application, not even an interview. " Brief me about it" I ordered the head of the department.

I removed the scowl on my face before facing Alyssa. “Good morning gentlemen, you’re welcome to this yearly gathering and my boss is delighted you could make it.” she said and the men clapped. Glad indeed. “We’ll all get straight to business since I don’t want to take much of your time.” she walked forward to the big projector in the room carrying her laptop and all the men eyes followed every of her movements. It is unclear to me why I am getting all worked up because some men are staring at my secretary with lust, yes, maybe because she is my secretary. She opened her laptop and some diagrams or pictures showed on the projector, she started explaining some things on it while the men gave h

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”

He wondered whether his boss, despite being remarkably intact for his age, was still virile. The elevator doors opened on the executive floor. Mark stepped out first, the bodyguard remaining at a calculated distance. Minutes later, in his office, Mark settled into the dark leather chair behind the massive desk, resting his strong hands on the polished surface. The door opened moments later. “Good morning, Mr. Darkmoor,” said the gray-haired woman with her hair pulled into an impeccable bun as she entered holding a tablet. She was Eleanor, his secretary for decades. No one there remembered exactly when she had started working for him. Like Mark, she seemed to resist time.

The one that had left after giving him the best sex of his life. What was she doing here when he was supposed to be interviewing his new secretary? Or was she.... it can't be. Was this the job she was talking about? The same one her friend passed over to her? It had to be because her name was Emma but his secretary's name is Ivy Anderson. Wow!

The large mahogany desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the city, and the luxurious leather armchairs all spoke of power and success. Sarah walked over to the CEO, who was sitting at his desk with his head buried in a stack of documents. "Mr. Hudson, I'd like to introduce you to your new secretary, Ivy," she said, smiling. The CEO looked up and their eyes met. A feeling of recognition washed over Ivy as she realized that she had met this man before, at a club, two nights ago.They had shared a passionate night together at his penthouse and she had never expected to see him here of all places, let alone as her new boss.

It was a black Bentley, and it was obvious that was where the boss was. “Look, you need to sit down!” the secretary yelled. Rose sat immediately, fear gripping her. “Who really is this man?” She whispered to herself.