My Perfect Secretary Novels & Stories

And she was perfect for the role. The thought made me smirk. The moment she rejected me, I knew she was exactly what I needed. A secretary who respected herself and respected the job. I didn’t need someone who would drool over me or try to seduce me for personal gain. She would challenge me, and that was exactly the kind of drive I valued.

"Damian, be serious. Who's the one who has actually lost their marbles here? God, your shamelessness just knows no bounds, huh?" I yanked my arm free before immediately calling over one of the hotel staff and demanding that the bedroom security footage be played on the big screen. The staff exchanged nervous looks. Eventually, one of them finally gave in under my withering glare and started working the controls with shaky hands. … A second later, the giant screen displayed Damian and Talia sneaking around behind my back for everyone to see. Their naked bodies were intertwined and writhing on my bed, the screen displaying all the disgusting details for all to see.

I blushed slightly. “He fell first.” Jenny slapped the desk dramatically. “I knew it!” She pointed at me. “I always bet on you.” She leaned back in her chair. “Girl you are gorgeous.” She said confidently. “No man could ignore you.” I rolled my eyes. “Stop exaggerating.” She waved her hand. “No seriously.” She leaned closer again. “I missed you so much.” She sighed. “The new secretaries were terrible.” I laughed. “How bad?” She groaned. “One was fired on the first day.”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Amanda protested, explaining who the potential new secretary was. "Forgot, Mom. It's been such a long time. And I'm supposed to be nice to her just because she's Mom's friend's child? That's not how it works, Mom. If her performance is poor, I need to be firm!" Brian retorted, not wanting to back down. Since his old secretary resigned due to pregnancy, he needed a replacement urgently to handle all his tasks. "Mom doesn't care. You have to accept the secretary Mom chose, period. You're going to like her; she's beautiful and certainly smart!" Amanda praised with sparkling eyes, determined to make her plan work.

"I think I have just the thing for you." She blinked, confused. “What do you mean?” I walked toward my desk again, feeling the pull of her presence behind me. "You said you weren’t busy, right? I think I have the perfect role for you. You’d make an excellent assistant—someone sharp, reliable, who knows how to handle... everything." I glanced back at her, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "What do you say? Want to be my new secretary?"

I quickly took permission from the secretary who shared me looks of kindness and pity, she even asked me if someone as beautiful as me my business with Diego, mostly from the movies the secretary mostly despised women who dressed up to see the ceo, she was kind to me and even advised me to change my mind in seeing Diego while I waited, I decided to chat with her to while away the time since Diego wasn't around. "So how long have you worked here? " I asked, she looked shy adjusting her glasses. She just smiled finding it hard to reply. "I like your glasses." she smiled again but stopped working on something with her computer staring blankly at it, she started crying I was lost she glanced ove

For research. *** At 4:00 p.m., they were done reviewing the company documents. It was finally time to prepare their checklist for their ideal Mr. and Ms. Perfect. Freya began, “So, Kenneth. What’s your ideal girl, the one you want to be your one and only?” Her smile widened, but as Kenneth described his ideal girl, she thought, ‘That sounds familiar.’

“What? Why’s she there already? She doesn’t know if there’ll be a lot of traffic, or if…” “She called me just now, before I called you, and told me she just got to Perfection.” “Why’s she that way?” I asked. “No idea. Ladies all act weird for different reasons.” He replied. “So, I’d love to talk to you more, as your friend, but the personal secretary you found in me has to finish up a ton of work you cruelly left behind.” He said, and I chuckled. “You’re something else. I’ll be there soon.” I replied, and ended the call.

"Savior Group is looking for the best secretary. You might wonder why I stepped in. But, our CEO is very picky. Over the last three years alone, he has changed his secretary fifty times." "Fifty times?" Kara was startled. "The CEO must be really annoying. His secretary can't last more than a month," said Louis without taking his eyes off the rubik. Vivian smiled at that genius toddler. She seemed interested in Louis, but she didn't have much time for small talk. "Our CEO is a perfectionist. He hates mistakes and does not hesitate to fire employees. Therefore, we need a perfect professional secretary for him." Kara's eyes moved here and there. The conclusion in her mind was unbelievable. "Are