Novel Office Bangalore Novels & Stories

She was here to work, not get involved in ridiculous gossip. The Office Surprise When they finally reached the office, Zayden guided her to her new workspace. It was huge. A modern, elegant glass-walled office right next to his. She blinked, looking around. “This is my office?” He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “Of course. I want you close.” She turned to him with suspicion. “You mean for work?” He didn’t reply. Just smirked. She shook her head, walking in. On the dining table inside, a familiar scent caught her attention. She turned to find an Indian breakfast waiting for her.

she stormed and ran after her whatever. The members of the board all congratulated me including the staff, I was still shocked, I have never worked in an office before where do I begin The meeting was finally over and my older man insisted on taking me to my new office, it was the only office on the last floor “CEO” Was boldly inscribed on it, we got into the office and I was marveled wondering if this is a whole different apartment on its own, “Where’s your office?” I asked “Oh my office is downstairs”

"We passed through the revolving doors with my palms sweaty and his head held high. The confidence he felt reflected through his eyes as he ambled forward. As he came through, The road was cleared for him to go through as greetings of 'Good Morning Boss' and 'Good Morning Sir' echoed from numerous employees. They probably wondered who I was as I lumbered behind him walking inconsistently, Anyone who looked would figure out that the confidence he possessed was missing from me. The office building was very large. Its enormousness awed me as I had never been inside an actual skyscraper. Looking up at the towering buildings, I felt like a miniature ant. It was a bright building thanks to its man

I wasn't sure if it was humility or just him being formal but I decided to keep quiet. I wondered what Jidda saw last night that made her not stop talking about him, or Laila who worked with him. He seemed too mature and boring to me. But then again the Ahmad I met yesterday didn't seem too formal. he was strict though, not allowing Kareema to eat cake' I reminded myself The ride was quiet as I thought about random things. We finally got to the office, it looked familiar to me, it looked like an office I had seen on I*******m, the theme of the office was unique, the building was made out of three squared containers stacked in a decorated way on top of each other.

I went to his door knocking on it slightly, while making sure my legs were not wobbly. "Come in," his deep masculine voice said. I slowly opened the door entering his spacious office. His office has a big long fancy table with two chairs in front of it, there were different things arranged on the table. I looked to my right and wow I could see the whole city from here, the wall was glass and there was a red couch with a stand filled with books. The office is simple, spacious and professional, this is definitely an office meant for a boss. "Good morning Mr Sanchez" I said, bowing a little. He checked his watch.

I quickly glanced around and ran after him. I was impressed by the building, it was so sophisticated and vast. The interior was mesmerizing. Something I didn't imagine, Skylar was right. The city was bustling with rich people. I had no qualifications, “This is your workplace, the boss's office is on the seventh floor …remember to be punctual…do your work correctly and don't do anything against the boss…” the man said once we left the elevator and walked down the passageway and came to a stop at an open office. So mesmerizing seeing all the various desks and people working in their little booths.

She greeted. “You too.” He replied. Mr. Olalekan scrutinized her voluminously milky jugs through the mirroring walls of the elevator. The sight, he had to admit, was a delightful one. When they got to the landing and he waited for Miss Bimbo to step out first. He watched that behind dance into the chill of the executive floor where his state-of-the-art glass office stood, along with the other executive offices. Designed with by one of the finest interior designers in Lagos, Mr. Olalekan’s office, from wall to floor, desk to chair and shelves, looked like an ice den with glass-like walls separating each office from the other.

The time of the party. It was in a different location but at least I would see Butterfly. She was slowly becoming the reason I woke up every day. I put on my sunglasses and started on my way to the office. Miller Inc.'s office here wasn't as impressive as our head office in Miami, probably because it was unwise and impractical to maintain two fancy sky skyscrapers in the same state. Parking in the underground parking lot, I slammed my door and walked away with my coffee and the folders I would need for today.

Somewhere in Mumbai. Sun usually rises in the east, similarly Prithvi too reach the office early as my much as he can. Being MD, he never tried to enter his own office late time. He believes in early things. Staff one by one reach office. Teena, his PA started her job, try to woo Prithvi as much possible. But she never reaches its far point though. 'excuse me, sir, may I come in?' asked Teena

I watched as the items, once part of my carefully curated workspace, were carelessly dumped in a corner of the hallway. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t need them anymore. Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. It was an update from Lia on Instagram. I opened it to see a selfie of her in my old office. In the photo, she was sitting in a brand-new leather chair, holding a glass of champagne, with the caption: “New office, new beginning! Grateful for the company’s trust. Finally moved into the director’s office! #Promotion #BossLady #HardWorkPaysOff”