Novel Office Kudlu Gate Novels & Stories

Mr Dum, my personal driver, happily married and a father of two beautiful, brilliant kids of opposite genders as he awaits my arrival. With a genuine broad smile, Mr Martin, my security officer and also my gatekeeper, a tall, gallant tanned dark skin young man with broad shoulders, opens the gate wide as I step out of the office. "Shall we?" I ask. "Yes." Mr Dum opens the rear door space for me. " We shall." He finally comes to a stop after a ten minutes' drive. "We are here sir," he opines packing by the side of the road across the coffee shop for easy view.

For us. The warehouse comes into view as the sun dips. Rusting metal, tall fences, the stench of oil and saltwater. Our convoy stops two blocks away. Luca signals his men to spread. I slip on my gloves, slide my pistol into its holster, and glance at him. “Ready?” I whisper. He meets my gaze. “Always.” We move through the dark like ghosts. Two guards at the gate—neutralized quietly. Inside, boxes stacked to the ceiling, faint voices echoing from the back office.

“Come to my office.” I almost choke. “For what?” His steps stop briefly before he glances back at me. “Do I need to repeat myself, Kydra?” I instantly shut my mouth. The entire walk behind him feels irritatingly awkward. My brows remain pulled together while I try figuring out what exactly I did wrong this time. Was talking to a guard from another pack suddenly a crime now? The moment we enter the office, my confusion grows immediately. Everything is already clean. The books are arranged properly, the desk spotless, even the documents stacked neatly exactly how I left them earlier.

I'm earlier than usual on my first day. A young pretty woman in a green jumpsuit looks me up and down and says, "Follow me." I follow her to the corner of the hallway where she opens the door and points with a right hand, "This is your office." Fuck! The room is dark, dirty, dusty and untidy. The files are scattered everywhere on the dusty desk, the curtains have not been drawn and they look really dirty. In short, this office is filthy. And I know who is behind this. CJ.

I clutched the gun even harder as we climbed up the stairs, and passed through a few confusing hallways until we eventually stopped in front of a beautifully decorated door. The Hulk opened the door and gestured for me to go in. "After you." I nodded and walked in without much hesitation. I was doing my best to look and seem calm and confident. I needed to show them that I would not be intimidated. Maybe. Just maybe, we might come to a fair negotiation and agreement. The office was every bit as impressive as I had expected it to be judging from the living room. It had a similar setting with the golden furniture. It has a small living room setting at the right corner of the room with a resin

she states. I nod, “that’s fine, could you show me where my office is?” I ask, remembering that I had an office in the house which I’ve never been to. She smiles, “this way ma’am” she replies, leading the way as I closely follow behind. She stops in front of a black iron door, just like the one at Clark’s office. “Is there a reason why the doors to both offices are iron?” I ask, slightly curious as I push the door open.

"Thanks for your concern. It's ok I don't mind them at all, It's just gossip right?" Kadachi smirks before rubbing my head and turning back around. "When we get to the too Kota will show you around and teach you what it means to be an assistant." I nod feeling very confident. "I will do my best!" The door opens as they chuckle and we all walk out, The office scenery was elegant but in a basic kind of way. I follow them to a big office that was Kadachi's, Kota points to a table that stood in front of the office that seemed to stop all traffic from entering the big office. It had 1 computer and a laptop on the desk.

“I didn’t expect you to be discharged so soon. Joe’s been worried about my safety, so the vineyard isn’t open to outsiders anymore. Don’t worry, I’ll tell the guards to let you in.” Moments later, the iron gates that had refused me just minutes ago swung open at her command. She really did sound like she belonged here — like a Luna giving orders in her own territory. I took a deep breath, steadied my heartbeat, and walked inside. The path to the office was lined with the scent of oak barrels and crushed grapes — familiar, yet hollow now. When I reached Joe’s office, the door wasn’t even closed. I hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

Claire pointed to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. "That's Mr. Sterling's office," Claire said, giving Nova an encouraging smile. "Good luck." Nova took a deep breath and walked towards the doors. She knocked gently. "Come in," Bentley's voice called from inside. Nova pushed the doors open and stepped into the expansive, elegantly furnished office. Bentley was sitting at his large mahogany desk, engrossed in his work. He looked up as she approached. "Your coffee, sir," Nova said, setting the cup down in front of him.

No one answered. She rang it again, but nothing. Thankfully, she knew the key pass. “I'm coming in,” she said, and pushed the door open. Surprisingly, the office was empty. The office was just the way Mayeli remembered, the same. White high walls, one glass wall showing off the breathtaking view of the City of London, a large oak table and a chair behind it and two in front. A mini-parlour of four black cushions and a white table, and lastly a glass shelf holding Killian's books, magazines, trophies, and awards.