Ceo's Assistant For Short Novels & Stories

She dropped a large file on the desk, "Please go through all these resumes, narrow it down to fifty candidates, and then interview them with the HR department. We need to select three secretaries for the Presidential department." Rhys scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Who do you think you are for ordering me around?" Kate's smile grew wider. "If you have forgotten, I'm the Executive Assistant to the CEO. You have a whole team above you, but I only answer to the CEO. So yes, you have to do what I say." Rhys grumbled. "You can't bully me," he muttered, walking out the door. Kate sat back in her chair while taking a sip of her tea and feeling victorious.

A faint smile ghosted Arthur's lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners. This girl definitely has some spunk, he thought to himself. She was wearing yellow, a colour that he wouldn't be caught dead in and five-inch stilettos adorned her feet. By next week, her stilettos would be replaced by comfortable pumps or Mary Janes, similar to what all his assistants have done so in the past. The post as assistant to the CEO is not something to be taken lightly, the workload is tough as he expects them to be able to keep up with his pace. The job would also require her to move from one meeting to another, as well as meeting with clients at various locations and checking out venues for the events that t

The remaining floors except TOP 4 floors contain security, accounts dept, logistics, programmers, design dept, deployment team, project handlers, cafeteria, PR dept, HR dept, managers, finance dept, etc The entire top floor is for our CEO and a small reception area for his assistant. I worked myself into a minor panic attack when I reached the 50th floor. CEO's are not needed to fire a lowly assistant secretary generally. But I can't fathom any other reason for this call. 'Hi, I'm Erica Anderson, assistant secretary to Mr. knight. I have been told to report here’, I said to the secretary who looks like a bombshell. She looked me up and down and found I was lacking I guess from the sour expre

The office was really big and space was well used. I sat on the executive chair going through some things on the laptop. I've been here for an hour and there's no sign of the personal assistant. So I made a mental notice to fire her as soon as she entered. I was getting impatient already and went outside my office. I saw one of the employees passing by and decided to ask her about the personal assistant. "And where the hell is the supposed personal assistant?" I asked angrily. Does she think she can just come anytime she pleases? I'd have to have a word with all the staff later, I can't stand this tardiness.

“Hello, Mrs. Garner.” “Hello, Mrs. Arabella Garner.” The employees were greeting her as she passed their desks. Most of the employees couldn’t detect that she had already worked with them. Few of them did point out that she resembled River Brower. The same girl who worked just for a few weeks in the office as Marwick's personal assistant. Nobody knew her secret except Ashley, Justin, and Gerald. She kept taking quick steps to get to the desired floor where Marwick Garner’s office was located.

Don't worry if you start at reception, my father says that in that company every position is important," said Karla, extending my hand. They both had that twinkle in their eyes, but as soon as I spoke again their eyes widened like two saucers. "Actually, I am now assistant to the CEO." "What? Oh my goddess, that's perfect!" cried Anna, jumping up and down a couple of times in excitement "I knew you'd make it!" "Fuck, Anna!" I exclaimed, waving my hand to shut her up. "Jeez, Hester, is this for real?" Karla asked with wide eyes.

"Your what? Benjamin, I can barely manage my own laundry. I once filed my taxes under 'Miscellaneous Goblin Expenses.'" "The title is just cover," he said, his hand dropping. The moment broken as he turned back to business. "It gets you access and keeps you close. Keeps you safe. Cassandra will handle the actual work. You just… exist. Beautifully. Distractingly." "Distractingly? Is that part of the job description?" "It is now." He walked back to his desk, hitting the intercom. "Cassandra. Draft an immediate contract for Samantha Myers. Position: Executive Assistant to the CEO. Full clearance. Salary…" He glanced at me. "Quadruple whatever she was making slinging coffee."

“You don’t assume. You ask. Or better yet, you mind your business.” Vanessa’s gaze flicked to me again, this time not with disdain, but caution. “Apologies,” she said with a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Didn’t realize she was…..” “She’s the CEO’s executive assistant!.” He stepped forward, placing himself between us like a shield, his voice clipped and cool. “Starting today. Which means she outranks every single one of you in this lobby.” Gasps. Literal gasps. Someone at the back of the room actually choked on their latte.

Either way, I needed her. “A what, sir?” “A potential client. I’ll need some company until the client shows up. Don’t give me that face, Beth. It’s in your job description as a personal assistant. You’re to accompany me to meetings. Personal assistant to the CEO.” “Of course. I’ll join you for lunch to wait for a client I’m sure will never show up.”

This position requires absolute confidentiality, unwavering professionalism, and complete discretion regarding all matters pertaining to executive operations. Please confirm acceptance of these terms by 9:00 AM Pacific Standard Time on Monday, November 12, or consider this correspondence your formal termination notice. Regards, Rhys Blackwood Chief Executive Officer Lunar Corp I read it once and my brain gets stuck on “Executive Assistant to the Chief Executive Officer” because that’s not what I asked for, that’s not even close to what I asked for. I read it again and I’m getting angrier with each line because I asked for for my own projects, control and a promotion in the field I actually s