Over The Desk Novels & Stories

sounded over a horn above the door. I opened the door and there it was. In a huge room, he delicately adorned with fine furniture, rugs of an expensive type of material. His desk... his desk was totally jet black, it imposed the power of him, under his desk was a kind of animal fur, if my eyesight I could say that it is a brown bear.

Mike smiled as he took in on the appearance of his office yet again. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight.

Adel lingered behind me, tapping away at his tablet, probably confirming the finer details of the merger we were about to finalize. The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and moments later, I was stepping into Micheal ’s domain. His office was chaotic—papers, folders, an abandoned coffee cup, and a half-eaten sandwich littered his desk. Typical Micheal. He was leaned back in his chair, tossing a baseball up and down like he had no care in the damn world. "Look who finally decided to show up," He grinned, catching the ball and tossing it onto his desk.

They always manage to lighten the mood and make even the dullest of lunches entertaining. As I approach their desk, my anticipation quickly turns into confusion. There are piles of files scattered all over the place, covering their desk entirely. It's as if a tornado swept through, leaving chaos in its wake. I scratch my head, wondering where Abigail and Ema could possibly be in this mess.

Ellie I have to make this work. I have never been in such a big office before, I must say it is quite elegant. At the corner of the room is a grey recliner and next to it a water dispenser. The curtains of the room match the color of the sofa and have a floral pattern to them. The opposite corner of the room is a door leading to a bathroom, I have my bathroom, how nice. As you enter there is a big desk and a chair behind it. On top of the desk is a laptop and some files, I love it. I get behind my desk and settle my stuff in the drawer ready to get to work. I want to sketch up my work plan and make documents of it to share with the business board. I get to work and about 20 minutes in, I hea

If only they knew. The afternoon passed in a blur of chaos. My new desk on the top floor was sleek and modern, positioned right outside a set of imposing double doors marked “R. Montenegro – CEO.” Boxes of files, schedules, and urgent memos were already stacked on it. I dove in headfirst, trying to lose myself in the work to quiet the storm in my chest.

“These will be your workstations for the summer. Take good care of them.” I ran my hand over the smooth glass surface of the desk, taking in the high-end computer and array of design tools laid out in front of me. It was perfect. As I perched on the swiveling stool, I could already picture myself spending my summer days sitting here—and looking out at the cityscape below which, if I was honest, was just as spectacular as the rest of the department.

I joked back. “Yeah, okay. Sure you did. Just a sweet little sexy goddess that now looks pretty badass.” “Badass goddess… just add that to my name.” I laughed as we came up to our office. Justina and Wade weren’t there yet, so we were able to look around. The new desk had been delivered. There was a small opening between the two, but there were two large L-shaped desks on either side of the room. He had much more paperwork and looked like it was well used. Mine was shiny and brand new. The computer was hooked up and ready for me to personalize it.

The desk was a sleek metal and glass design while all the other furniture was plush white and cleaned to the highest standard. As we entered the open room, I gazed out at the landscape in front. Buildings upon buildings, trailing the skyline of New York city as far as my eyes could reach. The ground below swallowed the yellow cabs that waltzed and weaved through the concrete jungle. The sight made me glad to be stories high and away from the bustling pavements. “We have a meeting at ten and another at twelve. Everything you need is in that binder,” my father pointed to the desk. “My extension is already coded in.”

The quality of a desk with nothing urgent on it. I had spent eight months at desks with things that were urgent. The petition, the correction, the case building, the council preparation, the challenge, the bond, the Southern Reaches trip, the Lena situation, the inspection, the Merra negotiation, the address, the registration. One of those things had always been present at any given desk session. Today the desk had tea and the notebook and the view of the succulent in the right pot. I sat in the specific quality of a cleared space.