Novel Office Novels & Stories

We both walked out of my office and I locked the door behind me, handing them over to Amy as I made my way to the elevators. I was still not used to being on the top floor with all the other executives. My new office was so huge and spacious, with plush, elegant white furniture and magnificent floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city and often had me blanking out from time to time. Someone had to appreciate all of that beauty! I paused over at Dylan’s office, my mind automatically replaying the many ways we had christened both his office and mine. Lucia, now’s not the time to think such thoughts.

I could tell that she wasn't happy but still didn't say anything. We got to my office, and I opened the door. My eyes were wide open and in shock. Is this a dream or what? The office was huge. In front of me were two huge windows. My office was on the 15th floor, and the view of the city from the windows was amusing. As soon as I walked in, I spotted three black leather couches and a small table in the middle, and to my left were two bookshelves filled with books that looked like they desperately needed to be read. The office was based on black, which gives the expression that the boss must be really in love with this color. I settled into my chair and just explored the place with my eyes. '

And yet. Floor to ceiling glass on two sides, the city spread below in every direction like something that has always been waiting. Dark walnut desk. Cognac leather chairs. The books on the shelving that I noticed the first time and am trying not to look at again — the ones from passing conversations he was never supposed to remember. It is an office that was built for someone specific. I walk to my desk and rest my fingers on the edge of it and breathe once, quietly, and let that be enough.

Compared to the office she was in now, his office looked as small as an ant. Amazed, Nicole scanned the entire office. The white-themed space looked immaculate and was fully furnished. It even had a small kitchen, a living area, a TV, and other amenities. It could pass as a home—bigger than the house of her ill-tempered aunt, Norma.

I think it was made on purpose so that both of them could easily get inside each other’s offices without going through the main door. I sat on the swivel chair and leaned my back on it. I don't know how to begin and when to start. I rubbed my forehead as I looked at the documents piled on the table. Everything is new to me; the office, table, computer, and papers. I never have dreamed all of these. And this is truly far from my expectations because what I did all my life was spending time with my friends in bars and nightclubs. But now, it's different.

I announced as I fixed my hand on the door knob and twisted. As I walked in, I found an office that I had never been in. The shelves were a bit dusty with books filled in every bit of them. A desk sat in front of the huge window that allowed for a clear view of the pack. On it was an array of papers which looked old, Darius standing in front of the mess. “What… what is this office?” I asked as I closed the door behind me and looked around in wonder. The office was spacious with everything placed with roughness and care at the same time.

BOOK 5: CORNER OFFICE Chapter 1: After Hours The office is quiet. Not the kind of quiet that feels peaceful—but the kind that settles like a hush over something waiting to happen. No phones ringing, no fake laughter ricocheting from the sales floor, no heels clacking across the polished concrete. Just the low, steady hum of the copy machine I forgot to turn off, and the distant glow of the city lights bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 42nd floor.

Vanessa’s games, Isabella’s pull—none of it mattered. I unlocked my office, the door creaking, and dropped my briefcase on the desk. The room was small, bookshelves crammed with dusty tomes, a single window overlooking Crestwood’s quad. I sank into my chair, the leather creaking, and rubbed my temples.

Noah Resuming the office the following day felt like stepping into a new chapter, one fraught with unresolved tension and simmering determination. As I, Noah, walked through the doors of the corporate building, the familiar hum of activity washed over me. My colleagues were already deep in their tasks, some giving me curt nods of acknowledgment as I passed. The weight of the previous days hung heavily on my shoulders, but I was resolute. I had to put the issue of Natalie behind me, or at least, I needed to pretend to.

Emma dusted her nose with a frantic movement, swiftly scanning the room for as though there could be more somewhere in her office. The contents of the nylon weighed heavily on her as she stared at it, the sleek office now feeling increasingly suffocating. The once neatly arranged papers on the desk, the chairs, the walls, the entire office now seemed to be mocking her, almost as if they knew her new found secret.