Mastering The Secretary Novels & Stories

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.

“She looked terrible when she went out of the lobby, I was wondering if she and Mr Micheal had an argument but unexpectedly, you showed her your place and everyone is so proud of you!” “She has always been that way?” Luca inquired as Mrs Evergreen stooped by a table that was occupied by a few employees who were chatting and eating away happily. “Hi guys. Here is our new secretary. The one who defeated ‘the witch’.” Mr Evergreen announced as they raised and turned their heads to look at Luca. “Hey, Luca!” They said in unison. “Hi, everyone!” Luca replied calmly and sat down, placing his tray on the table as Laura sat beside him.

I chirp back as he pushes open the door to reveal the secretary standing there with an armful of manila folders. Headmaster Graham clears his throat and proclaims in an authoritative tone, “I hope this disciplinary meeting has made an impression on you today, Miss Winston.” “Oh! You can see it all over my face,” I tease back, grinning from ear to ear. The secretary does a double-take at me as I push past her. She seems befuddled by the inconsistency between the headmaster’s stern words and the look of pure devilish delight on my face. I delicately push past her and start to skip down the hall. She stares after me quizzically.

advised the secretary. Adjusting his glasses, Keith then replied, “There’s no need to be so anxious. I know who the mastermind is.” Understandably startled to hear that, the secretary then said, “…Huh? Who, young master?”

It was just like old times! My mind was full of Jade Malroy even as my secretary sucked me off. “Nngh.” My secretary pulled me out of my reprieve. I glanced down at her. I had trained her well. In under a year, she had become an expert at giving head. It was almost time to let her go, to get a new toy to play with. My cock was full on down her throat as she took all of me in expertly, doing that thing with her tongue and throat muscles that had taken her four months to get right.

Worse because the depth was her arrogance; better because arrogance is fragile. I opened the drive. Files flowed into the array: encrypted manifests, procurement chains, a ledger that smelled of money routed through trust accounts and shell corporations Europe loves like a secret. I piped what I could to a secret cache that would reach Father’s server if I survived the next ten minutes. Someone came to the door then: a footfall light but certain. I heard the slide of a chair and a voice that sounded amused when it said my name. “You moved quickly,” she said, the sound amplified by the glass.

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.”

Gladys stared at the two of us, "Who..." She asked. Raya stretched out her hand, her eyes sparkling, "I'm Raya Johnson, Mr. Sterling's secretary. I've heard a lot about you and look up to you as a model." Ugh, she does? "Oh wow…" Miss Gladys said flustered, "... Thank you" "Yes, ma," they shook hands, and we continued on our way to the car, me, more curious about my secretary. It was like she was this ball of cotton and I kept finding new pieces of her each day.

his gaze was fixed on my skirt, I looked down at my knee-length skirt and white top;can someone tell me how one can seduce a man in this skirt. “Anyway I will or not employ you, it’s under probability.” he said more like talked to himself, God knows I’m tired standing here listening to this handsome devil talk rubbish. “I’m going to test you for a week, if you can obey these rules, then you will be fully employed.” he handed a sheet of paper to me and I read through it. Things my competent secretary must do: 1) Get to the office by 7:00am. Okay, that won’t be a problem.

"Before the culmination of this month, we must ensure the swift restoration of our percentages. I shall not hesitate to dismiss anyone who shows negligence in their responsibilities. Do I make myself unequivocally clear?!" -- Kalixo's secretary entered his office. Her boss's temper still simmered from the recent meeting, leaving a lingering sense of frustration in the air. Despite being engrossed in signing documents, Kalixo raised his gaze to his secretary, who now stood before him. She stood slightly bowed, patiently awaiting permission to speak. She carried nothing but a tablet. "What is it that you seek?" Kalixo inquired. The woman displayed her tablet, revealing a video that was spreadi