My Office Noona's Story Novel Novels & Stories

Hindi siya makatingin ng diretso sa mga mata ng mga ito, but everyone greeted her boss who was behind her. “S-Sir. `Yung book ko pala.” Bigla siyang huminto at lumingon dito nang nasa harap na sila ng kanilang mga opisina. “Everyone Has A Story, written by the Indian Author: Savi Sharma. This was the author’s debut novel and was first published in August 2015. Sharma self-published her book, which quickly became popular and bestselling. Later it was published by Westland publishers. By February 2017 more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold,” sabi nito sabay abot ng aklat na iyon sa kaniya.

As the two are still hugging, there is a knock last the door making them get away from each other. “ Some one is at the door ” Sona whispers panickingly . No one has to find out about what they have in stock or else their plans will be destroyed for ever. “ You need to go now ”Sona informs Norah. Norah then gets to the ground forming into her original form of the snake and then getting out of the office without any one suspecting anything at all. Sona then composes herself and the goes to open and see who is there.

Keep moving. *The office went dark at 8 PM. Aurelia walked home through the glass bridge, the city glittering below her, one hand in her pocket, fingers brushing against the paper with the phone number. She didn't know it yet — couldn't know it yet — but she was already being pulled into an orbit she couldn't control.* *Damon Kincaid watched the NovaTech building from his penthouse across the city, a glass of whiskey in his hand, the reflection of the skyline in the dark glass. His phone buzzed. A confirmation from his assistant: Marcus had left the note. The Omega had received it.*

What kind of man sulks over a married woman while the single one right in front of him loyal, patient—gets treated like disposable furniture? In anger, Nora snatched the papers off the table. “Do I look like your personal chew toy?” she asked, in a low voice. Noah blinked—as if her words hit a nerve he hadn’t armored. “Huh?” She jerked her chin toward the secretary still hovering awkwardly by the door. “That’s your office assistant. Not me.” Then she stood, lifting her chin high, her stare unblinking. “But I’ll go through these papers, Sir. Not because you barked at me—because I’m doubling my salary this month.”

Nova, who is standing at my desk with her back turned against me and her eyes fixed on my documents, doesn't notice my presence. What the hell is she doing snooping through my papers? I remember sending someone to drop documents off, but apparently, he didn't think of locking the door behind him. Well, someone is getting fired today. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” Nova's eyes widen as she turns to face me, shuffling the papers behind her away. “I…I came to clean your office,” she stammers, her voice uncertain. “I saw the door open and thought I should take the opportunity tidy up.” She never was a good liar.

It was open a little. I pushed it open slow. It was not for clothes. It was a office. A small, own room. This was where Noah did his real work. A big, dark desk was in the middle. Papers were all over. This was his place of power. To come here was a brave thing to do. Maybe a stupid thing. But I had to try. I sat in a soft chair by the big desk. I waited. My hands were cold like ice.

Merrick, acknowledging their request, gestured with his hands and gave them the go-ahead, reclining in his chair. Officer Johnson turned his attention towards Nora, followed suit by Officer Smith, Officer Noah, and Alice. The room seemed to hold its breath as Officer Johnson posed his inquiry, inquiring about the events of the previous night that prevented Nora from returning home to her children and best friend. Nora's voice held a hint of weariness as she recounted the events, her eyes darting between the officers and Alice. She explained that while diligently working in the storeroom on files assigned to her by her boss, she had lost track of time. Determined to make significant progress,

A vending machine in the corner looked like it hadn't dispensed a soda since 2005. "It looks... sanitary-adjacent," I muttered. "It has walls and a lock. That's luxury enough for tonight." We walked into the small office. The air inside smelled of stale smoke and lemon pledge. Behind the counter sat a middle-aged woman with hair teased to heaven and glasses thick enough to see the future. She didn't look up from her romance novel. "Help you?" she rasped. "One room," Noah said. He slid a crisp stack of cash across the scratched laminate counter. "One night."

“Can you manage to not embarrass yourself at the table?” No one moved. The whole room held still like it was waiting for permission to exist again. His stepmother opened her mouth. Noona spoke first. “All of you should be ashamed, bickering in front of a new family member.” She looked around the table, and people suddenly found their plates very interesting. Then she turned to me, her hand covering mine. “Forgive them, Rhea. Now tell me, what is it like being married to this difficult grandson of mine?”

Her gaze then turns to me, “you should take a lesson from Nova. She is differently making Nox work for it.” My cheeks flush to a bright red. “Work for what? There is no working for anything. There is no anything.” I sound like a blithering idiot. Finding it comical, they tell me to calm down, but a part of me thinks that they know what I did. There’s no possible way. They can’t and it’s going to stay that way. I’m not going to tell and I’ll kill Nox if he does. And it’s absolutely not happening again. End of story. Let the past be in the past.