Novel Office Bangalore Novels & Stories

It's a view worth looking at, a vast cityscape, over old and new, demolished and rebuilt, my vision and James' for the new City. This isn't the average trainee's office. Charlotte has earned, more than earned her privileges, and I made sure that in our new office building, built after the last one was gutted by fire, that she was given an appropriate working space. She reacts as I enter.... Not expected the Boss to drop by.... "Hello, Richard. I didn't expect to see you here." She shifts from one foot to the other. "Um, is there something I can do for you?"

Warren was puzzled, and he asked me, "Are you sure you're not lying?" I replied sternly, "I am not lying. What reason do I have to lie about this?" Warren was somewhat convinced, but he believed me, and he let me enter the office. The office was really big, almost as big as a luxury house's living hall. I was puzzled and thought, " Why do they have so much space? It's not like they party in here, so what's the use for so much space?" The office was located on the 30th floor of the building, the highest of course. I looked around and saw many things: a luxurious couch, a coffee machine, a pool table and a large desk.

I’m going to work hard for myself. “Good morning, Ma’am!” Jessica greeted me the moment she saw me at the reception. “I hope you would have a great first day!” I smiled and nodded. “Thank you. But where’s my office?” I asked. Jessica motioned Irene to come over. “Irene, please lead our new HR Head to her office,” she ordered. Irene looked at me and smiled. “Let me lead the way, Ma’am,” she said as she started walking to the elevator. She told me that the office is in the fourteenth floor, a floor below the penthouse where the executive’s rooms are in.

“He’s expecting you. His office is on the 21st floor. You may go up.” Ophelia gave a nod of thanks, trying to ignore the slight pressure in her chest. As the elevator doors slid closed, her reflection in the mirrored surface stared back at her—confident, composed, determined. She straightened her blazer. When the doors opened, the view took her breath for a moment. The 21st floor was serene, all glass and steel, with sunlight spilling across polished floors. She was led to a corner office with dark wood, a marble desk, and a view of the city that could make anyone feel small.

“But at least I’m trying to save this company. What are you doing?” I didn’t wait for her answer. I stepped into my office and shut the door behind me with a heavy click. Tomorrow was going to be brutal. HARROW CAPITAL ~ NEW YORK CITY An hour later, I stepped out of my car and headed into the impressive lobby of Harrow Capital. That building was a giant in Manhattan—fifty floors packed with glass, steel, and serious money. Normally everything felt stiff and super quiet, but today the vibe was lighter. People actually looked happy.

, he still manages to send me a photo of a whiteboard covered in scribbles with a caption like, “Does anyone understand this? 'Cause I don't.” But now? Silence. I sighed, slipped the phone into my bag, and pushed the office door open with my shoulder. My actual office—not Romanov International. I’d had enough of Russians playing dress-up as CEOs. This office lobby was nothing fancy. Modern, but human. No marble, no echoing high heels that felt like judgment. Just the smell of fresh coffee, soft lighting, and polite smiles from Ellie the receptionist who talked way too much about her cats. “Good morning, Ms. Belva,” Ellie greeted.

Some associates whispered when they saw her, news of her promotion had circulated fast. But Lily kept walking, chin lifted. When she reached the floor, Madison, Mr. Barton’s efficient secretary stood waiting. “Good morning, Ms. Smith,” she said warmly. “Congratulations again. Mr. Barton asked me to take you to your new office.” New office. It hit her all over again. Her old office had been replaced by a beautiful corner office with floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the city. A nameplate already gleamed on the door: Lily Smith -Senior Associate

Downstairs… Downstairs in the lobby… A huge group of employees has gathered in the lobby, and they're saying that… if you don't give them an explanation today, they're not going to get back to work! "And they've… They've even printed out a bunch of banners…" I took Susan's phone and clicked on the photos she'd taken. On the polished marble floor of the company's lobby, dozens of employees were either sitting or standing, holding up bold, striking banners that read "Evil company! Give us back our hard-earned money!" and "The heartless director must go!" My eyes landed on a figure at the front of the crowd. It was Kenan Jeller, the director of the design department.

The building is the second tallest and biggest office in the state. The tallest and biggest office was the one Michelle and Denzel worked in. “My father’s company isn’t up to half of this”Grace soliloquizes. It’s a magnificent building. No wonder they helire the best of the best. It’s worth it. Some with half baked education should not be there. The company has five different garages. Only Michael had a private garage where he parked his cars. Every member of the company has a car. It’s worth it. They are paid handsomely.

I had to crane my neck to look up at the huge skyscraper standing proud before me. Moulded with sleek glass, it reflected the whole city against it. And a huge OC Textiles was hung at the top of the building. My new office. I wasn't hoping for anything to turn out good, because from the past experiences, I knew my wish wouldn't get sanctioned anyway. But that didn't tame down the nervous flutters in my tummy. I wasn't even sure if I'd have to work here or they'd consider my request and transfer me elsewhere.