Good Morning Sir Novels & Stories

"Uhh...Sir?" "I said, good morning." Mia blinked, still reeling from the initial shock. "Good morning sir." Maybe he did take her back. Afterall Damon wasn't a charming man in the morning. Most of the times he barely said anything than a nod. Shaking his head, he pushed the door and stepped inside. Few minutes passed by when he heard a knock on his door. His assistant put his coffee on the table and took a step back, facing him. "Excited to hear your agenda for the day?" Mia asked.

Before I’m finally unemployed and start regretting why I had sold my car. A knock brought me out of my superficial life threatening thoughts. I opened it and it was a room server. “Good morning Miss Collins” The guy in the blue and white uniform greeted me with a huge smile on his face. Sweetie! Are you being paid for the smile too? “Good morning to you too” “Mr. Salvatore had ordered for a breakfast for you and it’s being prepared right now, we’ll love to know if you'd prefer to eat downstairs or up here”

he greeted the excited secretary. A beautiful smile spread across her face, and she responded, "A good morning to you. I am happy to see you." "Same with me," he said and sat down. He looked at the smiling clerk and he greeted him, "Good morning, Sir." "Good morning, Clerk. How are you?" "I'm fine, Sir. And you?" "I'm fine," he answered him and faced Stephanie. "How was your night?" He asked her. "Splendid," she answered happily and asked him, "And yours."

“Mazur Hotel, good morning, and how may I help you?” Huh? All that in one sentence? All the same, I need to speak to that jerk so I can clear my voice. “Good morning. I would like to speak to Mr. Rayson Mazur, kindly.”

I’m OFF MEN. “Good morning, sir,” I manage, praying I don’t do something weird, like curtsy or drool. “Good morning, Miss Bamford. Glad to have you here.” He glances at his gold watch. “Though a little earlier tomorrow, please. I’m usually here by six. Sometimes five.” His voice is deep, smooth, and far too dangerous for a girl trying to swear off men. “I’m sure you’ll be here by seven tomorrow.” “Y-yes, s-sir,” I stammer, cursing my traitorous voice. I was told eight, but now I’m just praying he can’t smell my nerves from across the desk.

I'm trying to handle myself. That's when I just called him good morning, sir We will leave for a meeting in a while. I have said to him with a beautiful smile and am waiting for a response. He did not even respond to my good morning and did not look at me for once .And only moved his head and said ok... Ok sir .......I replied back in a very polite voice. Sir I have made coffee according to your choice and kept it on your table. you would take your coffee? I said, pointing to the table.

“Good morning Sir” “Morning Jack” I replied to his greeting as I settled in the car. The journey to the company didn't take that much time. As usual, greetings were being hauled at me from different direction as I arrived at the company. I went straight to my new office. Switched on the air conditioner and relaxed before starting the work for the day.

"Good morning, early bird." I just smiled at him and greeted him back when I heard his voice. "Good morning too, sir." I handed him his coffee, "Here's your black coffee, sir." He accepted it in an instant that he was a bit startled when he felt it hot. "Careful. Why are you in a rush, it's so early." We both laughed at that.

Sophia greeted us warmly before serving us our food. “Good morning to you. We will be leaving today,” I announced. “Okay, sir.” We dug in and started eating. After we were done, we stood up and headed to the company. As usual, they were already waiting for me. “Good morning, Mr. Chairman,” they said, greeting me with a bow. “Good morning to you all,” I responded to their greeting before heading to my office. “Scott, is he back?” I asked. “Yes, sir.”

‘Good morning sir,’ JT greeted still standing. ‘Good morning my dear, how are you?’ ‘I’m very good sir,’ he responded. ‘Well, in that case what are you waiting for? Please, do sit down.’ He waved his hand to a seat. ‘Thank you sir,’ he responded, sitting. ‘Well, what brought you to my house young man?’ ‘Hmm…,’ he muttered.