Ceo Above My Desk Novels & Stories

When I arrived at AJ Spins and Scent this morning, there was this feeling of Happiness. Optimism? I cannot place my finger on it, but it was there as soon as I arrived. I was directed to the last floor which belonged to the CEO and holy hell it was a huge floor. Three secretaries worked at the front desk before getting to my desk, which is opposite the CEO's office. I just had to stand to admire how spacious and CEO-ish the whole place looked.

"Mr. Dallas still remembers today's schedule, right? You still have a meeting to attend this afternoon." I looked at my secretary, who looked both worried and determined to ensure I kept up with all the schedules for the day. She had only been with me for a few months, but that woman was always alert in her work and did not hesitate to reprimand me if I was not focused while working in the office. Thanks to her, my work as CEO has become more organised and timely than ever. "I still remember." We finally arrived at my workplace, which was on the second floor from the top. The top floor was used for the year-end party, so the floor after that was my choice to make it my private workplace and

My body seemed to also remember what happened last night as goosebumps formed on my arms “Nothing happened. This is business hours, we're to discuss work” “Come on. I know something happened. Tell me what it is. Did you two kiss? Or did you do something more?” “One more word about this and you're fired” Fortunately, we reached the top floor already. It wasn't difficult spotting my office as it took a large space and had a tag on the door with “CEO” intricately carved on it I didn't waste any time in admiring its grandeur I dropped my bag on the chair and slid behind the desk, already opening a folder

Finally, they file out of the room, leaving Neil behind to pick up the confetti he scattered into the air. I head to my desk, taking a look around my new workspace. It is far more spacious and luxurious than my previous office. It’s an incredible promotion; I’ve scaled several rungs of the corporate ladder, moving from Vice President of a subsidiary to CEO of the entire conglomerate. It is an intriguing title, but as the saying goes, "uneasy lies the head that wears the crown."

a king’s chamber disguised as a corporate office. I walked towards Victor’s large mahogany desk. It was impossibly neat, with only a few essential items on its vast surface. I reached for the gold crested plaque in front that had Victor's name and role imprinted on it, just like the one I saw out front in the hallway. Using my fingers to slide across his name...V. Gonzales, CEO...I found myself smiling faintly before setting it back down. My eyes darted over to the open window. Or rather, the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that offered a vertigo inducing view. I inhaled a breath, taking in the clean, conditioned air.

Elizabeth I nodded rapidly as Melissa went over my duties as a secretary to the CEO. She showed me to my desk, which was in the CEO's office with only a glass wall and blinds separating us. She kept rambling on and on about how I must be as fast as lightning when working. I wasn't paying attention; what got my attention was how grand the office was. "Are you even listening?" Her rude voice rang, and I jumped out of my reverie. I gave a small smile. "Of course."

He pushed them open. It was the most beautiful corner office I had ever seen. A massive dark wood desk sat in the center. Bookshelves lined the walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city. On the desk, there was a little silver nameplate. Viviana Marino. CEO. I walked over to the desk and touched the wood. Alessandro walked around and placed a thick, heavy file on top of the desk. "Open it," he said.

I let out a measured breath, letting the silence land. "I’m willing to give everyone a fresh start. But I won’t tolerate body-shaming, disrespect, or anyone using their position to humiliate another employee. I expect that standard from everyone here, including myself." Clara nodded slowly, genuine respect in her eyes. "Understood, Miss Brooks." "Thank you." I turned toward the private executive elevators, Clara falling into step beside me. When the doors slid open on the top floor, I stepped into the sunlit expanse of the CEO’s office. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the New York skyline, but my gaze dropped to the massive mahogany desk at the center of the room.

By the time he stepped off the elevator with three weary vice presidents in tow, my desk was unrecognizable. I had draped a pink, sparkly picnic blanket over the desktop. A family of neon plastic flamingos guarded my keyboard, flanked by three different scented candles and a fluffy pink steering wheel cover I found in a janitor's cart. A handmade cardboard sign taped to the front of the desk read: CEO TEARS COLLECTOR. Cyrus stopped in his tracks right outside the boardroom doors. His vice presidents bumped into his back like train cars. He stared at my desk. His eyes tracked the plastic flamingos, lingered on the pink steering wheel cover, and finally landed on the neon sign.

Estelle froze at the sight of the man sitting on the CEO's desk. An unconscious frown appeared on her face as she stood at the doorway."What do you want?" Anthony was rather relaxed, as compared to Estelle, who saw him as being despicable. The former CEO shared his office with her because he was hardly in the office and she had to scan and send documents to him through email. Most of the documents were confidential so it made perfect sense to share his office but now, it seems to be the worst feeling she ever had.