Novel & Cerita Good Morning Sir

"Sir, I can be of help" "Help to do what?" "Sir, Miss. Wilson might need someone to be her assistant," she spoke respectfully.

There's no anger in his voice, only a possessive, intimidating tone, like a predator praising its prey's cleverness before the pounce. I try to brace my hands against his chest to create distance. But my fingers end up clutching the fine fabric of his white shirt, feeling the intoxicating heat of his body. "Sir, please... let me go. This is a public place." Xavier lets out a low chuckle. The vibration of his voice travels from his chest straight to my palm, making my heart beat even more wildly. He slowly tilts my chin up with his index finger and thumb, forcing me to look into the molten gold of his eyes.

Buti nalang that she agreed with a single nod. I took it out then sighed when I saw the caller. Oh right, nakalimutan ko pala ang taong 'to. "Good morning, Ms. Romero." he greeted nang sagutin ko ang tawag nito with his serious voice. What was so good in the morning kung kukulitin mo lang naman ako?

" Hi !! " " Good morning, sir !! " " Good morning !! Listen you don't need to call me, sir. My name is Siddharth and everyone calls me Sid. So you can call me whatever you want. " " No sir, you are my senior and as per rules, that are to be followed by freshers, We have to call all the seniors as Sir or Ma'am. " " But we can be friends too. Hey, you even asked for my matrimonial biodata. "

"Let's go, it’s late. I need to work, and I still have a lot of problems to solve. I'll take home and ask Ahmet to buy everything you need." *sabah al khair (phonetic transcription from Arabic - "good morning" said by the person initiating the greeting). *Sabah al nur (phonetic transcription from Arabic - "a bright day", said by the person responding to the greeting "sabah al khair").

The air between us felt heavier than it should have. Then, like it meant nothing at all, he said: “Morning.” My fingers tightened slightly at my side. Because something about the way he said it— felt controlled. made my mind spiral again. I always knew this was going to be a long breakfast. Good Morning Sir! I responded, without meeting his gaze. Now, you’re back to being just my boss.

I ask him, as I do every afternoon before I leave. “No, Miss Gaard. I can manage from here.” He answers in his deep voice that sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. “Then I’ll take my leave.” I smile at him. He looks intently at me before he gives me a nod and then turns back to the screen. “Good night, Miss Gaard.” “Good night, Mr. Storm.”

I mumble, sure it’s Rex. But a proper British accent replies instead, “Apologies for disturbing you, Ms. Moon, but the Young Master asked me to inform you of a lunch party today.” For a moment, I’m startled. Then the events of last night flood back—Mr. Graham’s arrival. I peek out from under the covers, sitting up. “Good morning, Mr. Graham,” I call out, my voice warmer now. “And good morning to you too, Ms. Moon,” he replies in his crisp, polite tone.

I do not know how long I stay in this position but I am startled by the door opening and the person I want least to see enters. “It is polite to greet your boss in the morning, I am human too,” he says while approaching my desk and taking a seat across from me. I am frozen, do I just assume he did not hear anything or do I apologize? “I am sorry Sir, good morning,” I say in a shaky voice.

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