Ceo's Assistant For Short Novels & Stories

She glared at him and spoke. “ Sorry madam on behalf of him. He just joined today for work.” “Mm." “ I forgot to introduce him. He is Mr. Carlos who will be your new assistant from now onwards.” She spoke. “ Assistant? Her assistant? Why does a person in the service department need an assistant and why do I have to be her assistant?” He was dumbfounded as he blankly stared at me. “ She is the CEO,” Lav whispered in his ears. “ What?” He shouted as he once again looked at me.

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.

“Good night. I just told Dalia you have the money with you, so she'll be expecting it in the morning. Don't forget, okay?" "Whatever.” He grumbled. "I told her how much too.” I added. "Don't worry, I was kidding earlier. I'll give it to her. I'll also buy you lunch tomorrow after I get paid, okay? I love the one you gave me this afternoon, so I'll treat you tomorrow. “ I grinned. "You better do.” “What exactly is your role in your office, anyway?" He asked. “Just a mere assistant. Similar to secretary’s duties." I rambled. Not me telling him I was the CEO's personal assistant.

Nobody wanted to be the person finishing that sentence. Unfortunately for them, the CFO did. "She built half the systems connecting these departments." That landed harder than Sebastian expected. Not because he believed it. Because the room clearly did. He looked around the table. Nobody challenged the statement. Nobody laughed. Nobody disagreed. The realization irritated him more than it should have. For years Evelyn had been his assistant. Efficient. Reliable. Capable. But an assistant. Yet everyone in this room was suddenly talking about her as though she had been a chief executive hiding behind a job title.

I was about to close the laptop, then I proceeded to click on the tab and my eyes scanned the list of the executive staff, the board members, the advisors, the assistant managers, and the public relations head. And then just in time. I saw the name I never expected to say. CAIRO WILLIAMS. PERSONAL EXECUTIVE ASSISTANT to CEO Ryan West. At that moment my fingers froze against the tabs. I didn't believe in what I was seeing. I was sure that it was a mistake, but then my curiosity wouldn't let me as I clicked on the profile. And Cairo was in the picture and everything around me blurred for a second. Cairo? Ryan's personal assistant?. My heart skipped a bit as I tried to digest everything I had s

"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."

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.”