Novel & Cerita Novel Office

If I was looking for a new work bestie after ditching Jane and Rachel, then I hoped he was available. The office wasn’t a particularly large one. It was a sprawling, open space. The walls painted a deep, electric blue and were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered breathtaking views of the city skyline. There was a huge difference to where I had worked before, where the suffocating smell of dust always threatened to choke me. “You’ll hardly actually see Mr Warner mad at anyone if you just do your job,” I listened to Kent, “ Send him his emails, schedule his meetings properly, and just do his job. Contrary to what others might say, he is not a bad man.”

I ask "HR sent out an email this morning, congratulations Abigail, you're the new Senior Director of Strategic Development. Abby, that's insane! You've only been here six months!" "Yeah insane, I don't even know why. Probably beginner's luck "I lied to her. Only me must know my secret My "office" is actually an office, real walls and a door that closes, windows overlooking the city. There's a laptop already set up and some fresh flowers in a vase.

“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…”

“Are you sure that’s okay? That’s your office—it’s like your private sanctuary here at work.” He gave a slight smile but remained firm. “It’s alright. Come on, let’s go inside.” As I followed him inside, I felt my heart beating faster. Not just because of Wade, but because I knew this was where an opportunity I had long been waiting for would begin. Could what they said be true—that there was another room in his office? That Wade supposedly kept secrets there, things even his closest people had no idea about? I looked around. I hadn’t really observed the place carefully when I first came in. His office was simple enough—clean, orderly, with a few bookshelves filled with books and documents,

Several junior secretaries behind the desks begin to snicker and whisper into their hands. With a look of defeat, he spins around and stalks down the hallway toward the low-level offices. I turn around, pushing open the doors to my new office, and softly click them shut behind me. I walk across the plush rug and sink deeply into the premium Italian leather chair. I spin around once, looking out of the window. I groan, my body suddenly deflating as the adrenaline rush finally fades away. I run my fingers over the smooth table. I am a creative soul. I am built for scripts, for cameras and storytelling. I'm not built for office life.

I immediately drafted a brand-new company policy handbook and had my assistant, Jacob Merritt, distribute it. As soon as Jacob sent it out, gasps of disbelief came from outside my office. "What? We're only getting a day off for Christmas this year? And no free vacation anymore?" "We have performance evaluations starting today?" "We can't bring our pets to the office anymore?" An employee barged into my office immediately. "Mr. Pearson, are the new company policies Jacob just sent out real?" Then a second and third person rushed in. "Yeah, Mr. Pearson. It isn't even April Fool's today. Are you pranking us?"

"Eloise? Are you still working? I really appreciate it. Don't you worry—once the company goes public, I'll make you a COO." Hah, more like he'd make me a convict! Daniel walked into his office with a smile. However, a few seconds later, he stormed back out with a darkened expression. "Eloise, did you go into my office and touch my things?" My heart skipped a beat, but I forced myself to stay calm. "No. I've been right here, working on the prospectus." "Impossible! My mug has been moved, and you're the only one in the office right now. Company policy states that entering my office without permission and touching anything constitutes forfeiture of your annual bonus and immediate termination. I

He welcomed her inside his gigantic office, leaning on the door frame as he observed her. She walked cautiously into the room, taking in every artifact and every book that sat in his office. The blinds by the large window were drawn, letting in all the light that shone from the sky above them. his office was on the topmost floor, which made it seem like she could touch the sky from the window. His library was shelved with a variety of books, and there were a few magazine articles on the middle shelf that looked familiar to her. She grabbed one piece and examined it closely before gazing at him.

She stared at the letters, her mind struggling to bridge the gap between the assistant who had been running coffee errands on Friday and the corporate title staring back at her today. "Your new office," Roman murmured beside her, his voice low and rough. He released her hand only to slide his massive palm to the small of her back, pushing her forward. "Go on. Take your seat." Mila pushed the heavy doors open, stepping into a space that was larger than her entire apartment. The scent of fresh leather, polished wood, and expensive lilies filled the air. Two entire walls were made of floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a wide view of the financial district below.

The moving company transported their belongings, and everyone soon arrived at the new office. This new office was even more posh than their previous workplace. It was in a better location with a nicer vicinity, transportation was even more convenient here. This time, they weren't renting this place. The company had bought the office instead. They had acquired a whole floor that spanned over 2000 square meters. Everyone picked their work cubicles and arranged their items. As they tidied up their new space, the employees gossiped. "I told you that Miss Adams is married! Not only that, her husband is the famous business man named Nathan Clemon!"