Novel Office Bangalore Novels & Stories

Whispers followed them. "Is that her?" "She's prettier in person." "I heard she worked at a fast food place." "No way. That can't be true." Ejike's hand found hers, squeezing gently. A reminder that she wasn't alone. His office was on the top floor. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Lagos, the city sprawling below like a living organism. The space was minimalist but luxurious. Everything screamed power and control. "They'll be here in ten minutes," Adunni said, appearing in the doorway. "Coffee? Water?"

As he continued to gaze at her, his eyes dimmed and his speech was low and slow. Maggie's eyes grew wide, and she briefly stopped breathing. His remarks were like a kick to the stomach. Was Laura still at Fred's house? As she considered what that might entail, a rush of uneasiness passed over her. What was the point of having this conversation in his office? In addition to being a place of employment, Fred Walker's office was notorious among the company's female employees. Boundaries were blurred, professionalism was but a front, and he indulged his cravings at this tiny motel.

-0-0-0- The office looked crowded and busy as usual, but it was even more oppressive as there was acceptance for the new journalists and reporters in the company. "Why is New York so full, or is this building just cramped me ..." Nick grumble as he just arrived at the news company office where he works, he scanned at the room with his sharp eyes as he put his briefcase on his desk and sighed, looked at the new workers he didn't know. he had only left the office for one week but it felt like it had changed so much he didn't recognize his own office "God, are they new again !?" He mumbled, rolling his eyes while looking at the watch on his wrist then walked towards the conference room carrying

Offices are being allocated, and as it should be, mine is the most comfy. My new office feels like stepping into another world. The moment I push the glass door open, I’m greeted by the scent of vanilla and freshly polished wood — it smells like success, like a new beginning. The room is spacious with cream-colored walls that glows under the ceiling lights. The large window behind my desk overlooks the factory compound, where machines hum as they do their duty. It’s a view that reminds me of how far I’ve come — from struggling to survive in Vince’s Pack to now leading a company.

He planned to stay till the handover was complete, Meet the office staff, Appoint the new CEO then all he had to do was supervise the company. He looked out into the traffic swarming below from his Hotel window. This was his first trip to Bangalore. Somehow he never got a chance to visit Bangalore before even though it was the IT hub of India. Meanwhile, Aarya's office was buzzing with news that the company had been taken over by SRS groups. "So the grapevine was true," She thought. She was not much bothered about it unless it impacted her work. After all, why should we be concerned about higher-level management politics?

*****Abhi POV****** I returned to Bangalore. I am eagerly waiting for Jhanu's agreement copy which she signed for our upcoming resort and hotel project. From the next day, Jhanu is going to work from my company. I am happy that I am going to see my Jhanu every day and also feeling nervous about how she will react if she finds me here. By evening, I received agreement copies of the two employees from Jhanu's office, among them one is Jhanu's and the other one is Jhanu's senior, Mr. Puneeth Nair from that company.

But all I saw was my staff, not even my uncle cared to be here, I didn’t expect less from him. He would never bow his head to his niece, that pride of his won’t let him. “I look forward to working with all of you” I said and there was a chorus of clapping. A woman followed behind me, the sound of her heels following behind me. “And you are?” I turned to her. “My name is Nicole ma’am, I am your new secretary, I will be showing you to your office” She led the way while I followed her, my office was nothing like I had imagined, it was spacious, filled with shelves of books, floor to ceiling windows, a wide glass table with my name plate on it, two furniture in the center of the room with a tabl

A few people walked past carrying manuscripts and folders, offering polite nods before disappearing behind closed office doors. Framed covers of what I assume to be some of the company's bestselling novels decorated the walls, while bookshelves tucked into quiet corners. The entire floor felt calm, almost peaceful. My gaze drifted to the door beside me. I drew in a slow breath before pressing down on the handle. The door swung open. I stepped inside and instantly froze in my tracks. The office wasn't extravagant. It was... perfect. A neat wooden desk sat in front of a wide window that overlooked the city. Behind it stood a bookshelf waiting to be filled, while another shelf along the wall al

“Welcome to your new office, Butterfly.” The office was basic, but nice. Bare except for a desk with a computer, a couple filing cabinets on one side, and a couch and coffee table on the other. There was a double-glazed, soundproof window that overlooked the dance floor, but the people down there couldn’t see through it. “Uh, say what, now?” “You heard me. You will come to work every night, but instead of serving, you will come straight up here and help me sort out this clusterfuck of files. You’ll wear your normal clothes…”

marathons with legal, but the way every bastard who ever hated you looks up and says, "I want a piece." My office was on the twenty-fifth floor and felt like a shrine to glass and steel. The only color allowed was the green from the snake plant that sat on the credenza, living proof I could nurture something other than bottom lines. The city below looked like it belonged to me; maybe in a way, it did.