Ceo's Assistant For Short Novels & Stories

Immediately it dinges opened ,I am met with my assistant holding my morning coffee and schedule. My secretary stands on her feet as a sign of respect and out of fear. She is the sixth person in this month to replace my dad's retired secretary. "Good morning ma'am" my assistant whom I have forgotten her name greets me and takes my bag from hands as I walk towards my office. "Do I have a visitor, Vivian" I asked my assistant as I ignored my secretary's greetings. There are only three offices on this floor. One for my assistant,the second for my COO, which is my brother and the last one for me the CEO.

"Assistant Jacobs is a handsome man as well. They do look like a good match." Laura raised her head. 'Assistant Jacobs? Mr. Jacobs' assistant? Isn't Chris out on a business trip?' The two employees came to the counter to pay the bill. "Hi, may I ask, were you talking about Assistant Jacobs, the assistant of the CEO of your company?" "That's right." One of the employees nodded and then let out a smile. "Well, there's only one Assistant Jacobs in the company."

“Sir Garette, I am here to discuss to you the Chairman’s newly appointed Executive Assistant for you.” “Good. I was about to remind you today about that. So who is she and what are her credentials?” Atty. Garette looked at the HR Manager waiting for her to speak. Ms. Merced cleared her throat before speaking. “Ahh, Atty. Garette, she has been in the Company for five years as Administrative Staff and once as executive secretary of the former CEO, now Chairperson. Here is her file Sir,” she said while putting a brown envelope on the executive table of their new CEO.

Shawty replied with a smile, unbothered. She followed the assistant behind. They walked into an office. The office looked small and dusty. Shawty frowned when she saw this. "Are you sure this is the CEO’s office?" She asked and looked at him sharply. The assistant was stunned by the look in her eyes. He shivered. He does not understand why he was scared of her look. She is just a woman. "The CEO office can only belong to the CEO," the assistant said. Shawty chuckled. The assistant felt a shiver run down his spine.

I approached the receptionist, smiling with practiced confidence. “Hi. Nora Keane. I’m starting today as the new executive assistant.” The woman gave me a polite smile and tapped a few keys on her computer. “Yes, you’re expected. One moment, please.” Not long after, a tall man in a gray suit approached. Sharp features, salt-and-pepper hair, and an air of authority that told me this had to be someone high up. “Miss Voss? Welcome. I am Elias, General Manager.” He offered a firm handshake. “We’re excited to have you on board. Let me show you to your office.”

We were about to leave the area when the staff from the IT and software company came rushing to us. “Excuse me, Miss. Would you like to apply for the role of an assistant?” she asked my sister. “Assistant?” Ally asked. I almost burst into laughter seeing my sister’s face. She herself is a boss with people under her management. “Oh, I’m sorry. How about her?” the staff asked if I could be the one to apply. “What kind of assistant?” Ally asked. “It’s actually someone who will be reporting directly to our CEO. It’s like an executive assistant role but a little toned down,” the staff briefly explained.

She effortlessly glides around us on her skates before coming to a sharp stop next to Coach Johnson. "Holy fuck, it feels good to be back on the ice," she gushes, clicking her skates against the cold surface with a chuckle. Coach Johnson clears his throat pointedly, and she straightens up, revealing a whistle dangling from her neck. "Oh, right, I'm Leia Welsh, your new assistant coach," she announces, raising her head to meet our gaze. Leia Welsh? The same Leia who's been rejecting me all day? What is she doing here as an assistant coach? Does she even know the first thing about hockey?

I arrived at seven fifty-eight. The floor that housed the CEO’s office was different from the lobby and quieter, and it definitely looked more expensive; the stillness of the place shows that serious things happen in this place at a serious pace. The PA assigned to orient me, Bryce, efficient and pleasant, walked me through the layout with brisk thoroughness, showing she had done this before and understood the value of getting it done correctly the first time. My desk was outside his office. Of course it was. That was what an executive assistant was: the person positioned between the executive and the rest of the world, the last line of consideration before something became his problem or d

"Amelia, right?" She nodded. "Welcome, I am Christie. I am the assistant to the Sales Manager. You are welcome to the team." Team? Isn't an assistant job a personal thing? Yet, she smiled at her. The lady turned to the two ladies left in the office. "That's Florence, but we all call her Flo, and that's Mimi. They are also assistants. We mostly work here as a team. If there is anything you find difficult, let us know."