Ceo's Assistant For Short Novels & Stories

'Hmm, now that I'm his assistant in some way, this will be my job, right? Hosun thought while the secretary finished reading the agenda. Yoonjin nodded and waved her off. She excused herself and left. "That's what I'll be doing right? As your assistant and stuff." Hosun said, getting Yoonjin 's attention. "I didn't say you'd be my assistant. I already have one. I said I would make you something like an assistant. Just take the others I give you and that's it. Things I can't ask my secretary to do, you'll do." the CEO replied casually, turning to focus on his computer screen.

"Yeah, he said that you're going to be helping me out. Is that right?" "Yes, sir," she nodded, motioning him to a seat, taking the adjacent one for herself. "I was Executive Assistant to Mister Moore for nine years, and my role with you is to primarily look after you, act as your liaison and schedule manager, set up whatever you need and answer any questions you might have." "So we're going to be working together quite a lot then?" Mark asked cautiously. "Yes, sir." "Well, if we're going to be working together all the time, then you should call me Mark."

Nora's P.O.V *Dear Miss Nora Roberts, we are happy to inform you that you passed the interview to be the personal assistant to the CEO of Lockhart's industry. You are obliged to start work on monday by 8:00am. We look forward to working with you* For the fifth time that day, I read out the email I had been waiting for. Two weeks ago, I sat for an interview in Lockhart's industry for the position of the personal assistant. I never thought I'd get it.

Nadia answered and Dean sighed. “Of course they are accusing the only IT woman in their team. I con’t even say this is an unexpected outcome,” He groaned. Maybe it was too soon for their closeminded developers to welcome a feminine member into their ranks. “Hmm,” Nadia said with a smile. Not the soft one he’d gotten to learn, but the scary one which got her the nickname of ‘The Assistant from Hell’. “Miss Rowell. You’re kind of scaring me there,” He said hesitantly and Nadia’s smile became even wider. He really should be careful about staying on her good side.

The man strode toward her with a smile and halted in front of her table; then, he lent his hand before he greeted, "My name is Ellison Sebastian, the Chief Operating Officer of Descartes Company." She was flabbergasted when she heard those words. As far as she knows, that position is the second command to the CEO, which means it's one of the highest position. However, she quickly regained herself and shook his hand firmly. "Madeleine Nevia, nice to meet you, Sir." "Call me Mr. Ellison; everyone does." his eyes were fixed on hers for a few seconds but soon moved elsewhere. "So, you are his new personal assistant, right?" he put his hand on both sides of his pocket, still gazing at her.

The scene was once again under control and fell silent. Sheila spoke calmly and respectfully, "First of all, I would like to correct one thing. I am the Special Assistant to the CEO of the Ford Group Group, not just an administrative secretary responsible for Mr. Ford's daily affairs. I am responsible for strategic support, such as project supervision, resource coordination, and I also have some decision-making power as an assistant." "So I would prefer everyone to call me Special Sheila." "People are always used to questioning a woman, especially a beautiful woman, but you cannot question Mr. Ford. His status in the business world today means he would never choose an incapable vase as his r

'I couldn't ask for more,' she sighed contentedly. "What do you think? Does it suit your liking? If there's more I can help you with, don't hesitate to call me," Carla assured her, while handing her a business card. It wasn't necessary but she wanted to show off to Crista that she was the executive assistant to the CEO of the Ding Group, the one who was closest to William. Not wanting to come off as rude, Crista accepted the card and tucked it away. "I think this space is good enough for me," she said lightly.

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.

I hesitated before opening it. “What is this?” “A contract,” he said simply. “An offer for a promotion. Executive Assistant to the CEO.” My throat tightened. I’d dreamed of that role. More access. More influence. A career changer. But as my eyes skimmed the page, I noticed… odd clauses. ‘Availability: 24/7.’ ‘Personal discretion mandatory.’ ‘All directives from CEO to be followed without question or delay.’ “What kind of assistant role is this?” I asked, lifting my gaze.

David held my hand on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. “ I’m simply doing my job. I’m your assistant, remember?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and I nodded. I’m the C.E.O of Madonna fashion company and David is my assistant. Before I became the C.E.O, David was the head of the marketing team while I was the Executive assistant, Mrs Paula was the C.E.O. David is the first friend that I made when I joined the company. He was nice to me, showed me around and how everything worked.