Disguised As A Male Secretary Novels & Stories

Maxwell I felt all thoughts of murder and skinning a certain William Rodriguez alive fly out of my head at the words that came out of my secretary's mouth that evening. "What?" "Sleep with me." There was no way she was serious, right? But it looked like she was, with the way she was moving closer to me and looking all seductive. It was as if a switch had turned in her head, and I couldn't really blame it on the drink since it was only one can of beer we had both had.

He looked up at me and something about his expression made me feel nervous. "Good," he said. "Really good actually. I think I found someone perfect." "That's great," I said and I smiled. "When do they start?" "Monday," he said. "Her name is Karen Tyler." That night, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but my brain wouldn't shut off. I kept thinking about the doctor appointment and the money and Damian's stress and this new secretary he seemed so excited about. Something felt off but I couldn't figure out what it was. It was like a weird feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away.

It awfully looked like they’re used to his charade. "I am his new secretary." I smiled barely. One, because we were both foreigners between these people. Secondly, because It was hilarious. Dainty, polished office workers were hardly a threat to me. And women filled with ambition and envy were more gullible and easy to trip. Their Boss though was the issue, a man who is living a double life, too diverse, a philanthropic Billionaire, and a Cosa Nostra member. A man as such knows things and sees through people.

He coughed lightly. At that point, he had no idea on how to address her. He was so shocked that a person can switch appearance so easily. This trickery that was played on his boss had been well planned out that even he could not tell the difference. He could not help but wonder what his boss's thoughts would be at this point. Serene had no idea of what the Secretary was thinking in his mind, she nodded subtly and followed him to the car. Having the identity of his boss's wife, the secretary could only be respectful and open the car door for the lady.

Sam said in an angered tone. “From the boss.” The man said turning to me stretching out his hand with an envelope in his hand . “He wants you to have this. It’s for a wardrobe change. You’re now a secretary, aren’t you? You should at least look the sexy part.” the man added with a wink. I took the envelope from him and without turning back, I walked straight for the front door. I don’t care if that man or the SUV were still there. Nothing on earth is going to make me turn back.

"After much thought, the secretary chose life. From then on, he stayed by the old man's side. Being close to darkness, he gradually absorbed the old man's traits and was no longer the person he used to be." "The old man told him to leave Seattle with him and go elsewhere. His parents would be taken care of. Hearing this, the secretary could only agree." Amelia's voice was calm: "This secretary was named Dempsey Nuttall." Geoffrey raised his head, his eyes lifeless: "Dempsey..." "I'm not finished yet." Amelia interrupted him. "The old man needed Dempsey to work for him, and Dempsey happened to be fluent in foreign languages. All it took was a silicone mask for him to wear, and his identity co

“This is a real, firsthand scoop! Tomorrow’s headline is set! [Why would the company’s assistant manager maliciously Photoshop the secretary’s images?] [Shocking photos surfaced at the annual party. Who’s the main character?] I stood by watching as Winika relentlessly smeared my reputation. A squad of police officers entered the banquet hall. “Who called the police?” Winika swiftly raised her hands. She was wailing and screaming. She lunged toward the officers but fell flat on the floor again. “Officer! It was me!” “She framed me! She maliciously Photoshopped images and released them at the party!” Winika clung to the officer’s leg and glared in my direction. “She just wants to ruin me. She’

He seemed to be playing mind games on her. “Do you know how he looks?” Nia inquired, trying to see if she could recall who the person was. “Well the camera's could tell you who he was, but would do you no good. He came as a butler.” The secretary explained. “Oh, well maybe it's not for me, cause I haven't met any man apart from Mr.Cage since I arrived this country.” She replied. “Have you looked at the name of the recipient on the box? It clearly states your name.” The secretary replied.

And of course, my mom is always ready to help her stepdaughter. "It's not a joke time, Ruby. Go to your room—" "Who is the real Amber Cruz between the two of them?" the bespectacled man asked as if he couldn't stand it anymore. His voice cuts my mom's words. If I will base his looks and outfit I will think he is a secretary. The male secretaries of a CEO that I used to watch in Asian dramas are like him with well-combed hair that goes all the way to the right, wearing thick glasses, and holding an attaché case.

He takes the file, flips through my notes, then tosses it onto the desk. “Impressive,” he said. “Too impressive.” I stay quiet. He steps closer. “Who are you, really?” The question lands heavily, and for a second, I consider telling him everything. The accident, the baby, and the nights I spent alone, wondering if he would ever look at me the way he is looking at me right now. Instead, I say, “Your new secretary.” He lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Right.” He reaches out like he’s going to touch my arm, then catches himself and drops his hand. “You’re dismissed. For now.”