Miss Sab Novels & Stories

She was anxious yet helpless. “Why would such a nice person like Headmaster Simon offend the richest man? What nonsense are you talking about?” Ms. Sophia opened her eyes wide in shock. Mandy passed a namecard to Ms. Sophia, “Please try to convince him. Call me if anything.” Ms. Sophia read the namecard which stated, ‘Chairman’s Secretary of the Marriott International, Mandy Gray.’

He was there too, asking questions that were inaudible to Maria. "Hi, I'm Maria Gracia and I was asked to wait here by Mr Sean," she stated to the lady who wore a polite smile and ushered her to a seat a distance away from the counter. "Miss Maria Gracia?" Someone called from behind and she turned. To her utmost surprise, it was the same person who she'd made the subject of her unholy thoughts. She felt her cheek go hot. "Hello, how may I help you?" She maintained as she outstretched her right hand for a shake.

He giggles, winked at her before shutting the door. MARI massage her temple because of annoyance within that man. If ever she had to do some black magic, she would turn him to a little rat—no, she would turn him to a cockroach. She sits back, relax her mind. She leaned at the back rest of her swivel chair, while her eyes were closed. She heard a knock, her forehead knitted. She clears her throat and fix herself. "Come in," she uttered, intimidately. Her secretary entered while holding a bunch of papers. "Excuse me, Ms. Sandoval but..."

Someone patted Linda Park on the shoulder: "Hey, you're going to be hot this time, your assistant turned out to be Rachel West." "Who? Rachel West? Who is Rachel West?" " Rachel West, you don't know, she is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, but it is said that his ex-wife died five years ago, and I don't know if they are wrong and think your assistant is Rachel West. " "Haha" Linda Park said with a smirk, "That's it, they must have read it wrong. If that ugly bastard is Mr. Smith's ex-wife, then I'm still Mrs. Smith's current boss, really."

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

This would give my father a heart attack. "Come on!" Saige yelled in my ear as she dragged me to the bar. I looked down at my feet nervously as eyes of men and women alike gawked at my face and body, which should empower me but suddenly I was self-conscious. We reached the bar and she pulled me to her side to we can order our drinks. A beautiful ebony skinned petite woman walked over to us. She wore her hair in braids and had dark brown contacts in to hide her natural eye color. She leaned over on the counter and eyed us down with a smirk on her face, "What are you gorgeous ladies drinking tonight?" she asked, lingering her eyes for a while longer on my breasts before looking into my eyes.

--- Across the room… Sebastian Mason was doing nothing special. Just emailing. Signing documents. Pretending he hadn’t spent two hours over the weekend converting her brain-spiral notes into a cohesive strategy because he’d accidentally memorized the way she talked when she was excited. And panicked. And caffeinated. He didn’t look up when she stormed into his office. But he felt her. Like a small chaotic tornado in heels. “Are you dying?” she demanded. He blinked. “Good morning, Miss Brown.” “No, seriously. Is this some billionaire-movie subplot where you find out you have three weeks to live and now you’re suddenly benevolent and mysterious?”

She walked closer and stopped in front of his desk. "Excuse me, sir, I was directed here by your receptionist. I'm Mabel Pearson, your new assistant sir. She waited in vain for an answer 'Maybe he did not hear me' She said to herself. "Sir?" Mabel called once more and this seemed to do the trick as her boss slightly turned his head to the side and upon seeing his side view, her eyes went wide with horror while inwardly hoping they were playing tricks on her. ****

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.