Novel Office Novels & Stories

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

CHAPTER 18: Public Disgrace & Private Pain Allison's POV The New York office was everything I’d ever wanted with floor-to-ceiling windows showing off a killer view of the skyline and that sweet, sweet silence that only comes from being the boss.. my new throne.. Headquarters for LunaTech, officially.

I drove to the office. The office was a space I had leased three weeks prior, small and bright and deliberately unglamorous, in a building that housed a dozen other small firms and asked no questions about anyone's business as long as the rent arrived on time. Daniel had a desk in the corner. I had a desk by the window. The coat-lining notebook had graduated to a proper filing system, colour-coded, locked, the kind that communicated to anyone who saw it that the person maintaining it was not someone to underestimate.

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

[Lena’s POV — The Evening | After the Office | Mancini Manor] I stepped out of the car beside Salvatore. Somehow, this man had followed me all the way back to the manor. I had spent the entire day at the office thinking about my work, the new project, the suspicious numbers, and the fact that I had finally found something that belonged to me. For the first time since entering this ridiculous novel, I actually had a plan, work, earn money and build my own life.

I gratefully took it as I got out of bed. “You can use the hotel slippers. I’ll get everything you need once we get to my office.” The ride to his office, wherever it was, was smooth, and a relief that he didn’t pry and force me to talk. I was thankful that somehow he understood my situation, or if his intention was good, or maybe he was just another man who was under Humphries’s payroll. Then I was as good as dead. I was shocked to see the office he mentioned. I was standing at one of the most futuristic buildings in New York. The Osmium Resource Group in metallic bold letters was on the monument sign to my right.

After what felt like forever the elevator does finally opened and he worked out I followed behind him we will literally at the last floor oh my god I breathe are you ready to see your office he asked and I could hear the excitement in his voice. "Uhm.." I said trying so hard not to picture myself falling from the giant building. He pushed immersive glass door open and just like his house his office was grand luxurious and glass windows from top to bottom. Shelves lined with books and awards in massive table set at the middle of the office and there was another one a smaller one by the side. "Why are there two tables?" I asked confused but that was in the actual question what I should be aski

The office was huge and well decorated. This office is designed to feel like a home, featuring a blend of comfort and functionality. Soft ambient lighting fills the space, creating a cozy atmosphere. Instead of traditional desks, there are spacious, stylish tables scattered around the room, adorned with laptops and personal touches of decorative items. Comfortable chairs and sofas replace typical office furniture, inviting a more relaxed work environment. The walls are decorated with artwork and shelves hold a mix of professional resources and personal mementos. A small kitchenette and coffee station adds to the homely vibe, making the office a welcoming and unconventional workspace. It look

The busy city air was very different from the quiet comfort of Mr. Blackwood's home, where Annabel had been spending the last few weeks. She missed the familiar buzz of the publishing house, and the clatter of keyboards. Although he didn’t approve of it, Anna decided to show up at the office today. She was the CEO and didn’t necessarily need to show up but she still had friends there, Alia and co; her new position would not rob her of that.

His office smelled like him: sandalwood, coffee, and danger. I’d rehearsed this conversation a hundred times since Friday. I had scripts for apology, scripts for denial, and scripts for professional detachment. None of them prepared me for the reality of standing in the predator’s den. The office was a testament to the man who built it—intimidating, expansive, and unexpectedly personal. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a god’s-eye view of Manhattan, bathing the room in harsh morning light. The furniture was sleek, minimalist obsidian and leather, shouting corporate power.