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After what felt like a never-ending task, I sat down at the dining table with my laptop and began the job hunt. I had been a housewife to Andrew, but now that things were over, I desired to work and earn. I didn’t like the idea of sitting idle. With a glass of coffee in hand, I scrolled through every company in Free City. Just as I kept scrolling, I suddenly caught sight of an opportunity at Sierra Cure Pharmaceuticals. “They are hiring? An opening for the president's secretary?” My eyes widened as I scanned through the details. It was worth it. At that moment, Sierra Cure Pharmaceutical’s President, Brian Hill, caught my attention. He was so handsome in the picture; his eyes, his lips, his

“Yes, yes! I go in there every day to report on my work! I even placed those documents on that desk!” “The files beside it are mine!” The room erupted in a cacophony of voices. Winika froze. As Zoran’s secretary, she naturally recognized his office.

William barked, as Rebecca quickly jumped down from the table and ducked to hide underneath it. The door opened and in stepped Wendy Kendrick. Apparently, she was the acting secretary now. William sat in his chair and pulled himself toward the desk — so much so that his knees brushed Rebecca’s face. She squirmed, not enjoying the lack of space. She was slightly claustrophobic, and under normal circumstances, she would probably have freaked out. But at this very moment, she was in heat. So, as Wendy Kendrick approached the desk to brief William on the day’s schedule, Rebecca reached out her hands and started unbuckling William’s belt. “Mr. Silverman, I’m so sorry to interrupt your interview…

Justin had just alighted from the bus as he takes a look at the bustling city with skyscrapers and luxury cars all around him. He had just a little Duffel bag as he didn't want to carry along many things which will remind him of his past. He walked down the street to the little apartment Desmond his best friend had rented for him. His brain kept going back to the trauma and damage he faced from the terrific break up he witnessed causing his relocation. He vowed to himself never to be kept as a secret lover or let any man break his heart. As he walked further he stumbled upon a newspaper which stated the CEO of the White Companies is in need of a Personal Assistant and interviews were going o

I got a lot of work to do. “Everything is set, you can start today” He spoke. Gosh! So, this is it! I am officially the secretary of Mr. Duke Harrington. I hope I can do this job well. “Thank you so much Mr. Harrington” I thanked him. A woman came in and guided me to my desk. My desk is located just beside his office. I took my seat and placed my things on my table. Their working environment is so nice, it’s so comfortable. My desk is very well organized. I have everything that I need here.

The CEO And Me Author : Bayu Hidayat Translator : Yuriko *** The car that is driven by Secretary Diana began to separate from the group of bridesmaids. Some people who saw this frowned slightly in surprise. "Why is Mr. Awan going the other way?' they all wondered inside. "Ah, there may be a sudden problem or matter" Those who doesn't want to be bothered thought. A few moments later, the car that carries Secretary Diana and Mr. Awan was entered the gate of a motel which was quite close to the route they were currently taking.

I sat behind my desk at the far end of my office, reading over reports, making marginal notations, double-checking that all was as it should be at the company. "Miss Von Howard," my secretary, Claire, said, "popping her head into my office." Someone has come to see you." I didn't even look up. "Who is it?" She paused. "Patrick Hilton." My pen in the curve of my hand shook. My heart had been thudding, but I'd kept my cool, a nothing smile on my face. I'd waited long enough for this. Patrick's law firm was in trouble, after all. And now the very same man who'd convinced me to take the dumpster three years ago stood in my outer office, waiting at my behest.

I closed the drawer but quickly opened it again. What was it? My curiosity got the better of me. Curse me for giving into the temptation. I pulled the envelope out, placing my phone down. It was quite heavy. Luckily for me, it was not sealed. There was a chunky document inside. I pulled it out and sat the envelope on the bed then turned the document over. I ran my eyes over the cover and sucked in a breath. My eyes closed for a split second before reading the words. “Divorce agreement between Hendrix Williams and Ruth Gambino,”

Helen told her. All of it — Vivian at the door, Lyla beside her, the conversation that had been designed to sound like concern and functioned like a series of very precise cuts. The resignation. The compensation. The *find someone actually available*. The *scandals destroy careers*. The *secretary who slept with her married boss* delivered in Lyla's warm, regretful voice as though she were simply describing a reality Helen had somehow failed to anticipate. When she finished, Linda was sitting very still.

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”