Quote About Secretary Novels & Stories

I've been offered a job in my area in New York, and I'm thinking of leaving, so you'll probably be their permanent secretary. Amber blinked several times; she wasn't going to put up with that stubborn man for so long. Or was it something else that made her nervous?

I'm really an idiot. - I'm glad you know you are. The secretary flinches at the screams. - I'm going to my bedroom. Those freckles and red hair with tears all over are the only thing that makes me forget all this shit. - Sir. - calls the secretary smiling. – are you no longer interested in the other young man? - You really like leftovers, don't you? I have no interest whatsoever. You can keep him, but not in that room. Call someone and take him wherever you want.

She looks alarmed, eyes darting to the door, clutching the pad in her hands to her chest, I immediately feel awful for wording it that way. “What?” I shake my head. “You can relax, I’m very much into dicks, not chicks.” then it occurs to me that this might be too much information for a new secretary. Asher just let me say whatever so I’m not so clear what the correct protocols are in sharing stories like this. Mirabella looks relived now so maybe it’s good? Whatever, I'll never learn the right things to say to my secretary since I don’t plan to change secretaries, or stop fucking the real one.

the secretary asked calmly, knowing how arrogant Opula could be. “You must be stupid for saying that to me,” Opula’s outburst came through, “What other CEO do you need to see before you carry out my orders? Do CEOs have ten heads?” she queried the secretary, who shook under the sound of her beaming voice, “Answer me!” she barked. “No, no, ma’am,” the secretary replied as she trembled, “Just that I am surprised to see you as the CEO.” she wished she hadn’t said that.

Emma could still feel the weight of Chris’s words pressing against her as she left his office. The confidence in his tone and his absolute certainty that he would win were infuriating. As soon as she stepped outside, the senior secretary, a woman in her mid-fifties with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanour was already waiting for her. “You must be Emma,” the woman said, giving her a quick once-over. “I’m Margaret, the senior secretary, and you'll be his assistant. I've been informed that you're starting immediately; let’s not waste any time.”

"Unfortunately, no, he's had to rush out to settle a little personnel trouble. You could leave them; I'll give it to him when he gets back." "Okay, please tell him they're from Mr. Nathan; they're definitely important." "I will," Justine agreed. I was about to walk out of the office when suddenly my belly grumbled. I blushed, embarrassed. Justine chuckled. "It sounds like you could use a little snack." I shook my head. "There's no time for that. I have a big stack of drafts he wants ready within the next few hours." "Eat, hun, you won't be the first secretary; he's worked to the bone, but you could become the first to starve to death."

Grayson looked at him as if he was a fool. The secretary immediately understood. He straightened his back and turned to the driver and said, "Go to Media Entertainment" It was not easy being Grayson's secretary. If you did not understand his meaning, you would be regarded as a fool. Even if it was only a look, you always had to be on top of things. It was like you had to be inside Grayson's mind.

One of the ladies speaks up, and she scoffs. "Are you such a scared cat to even admit you were talking about me back in the elevator?" She scoffs confidently, and they all glance at each other. "Hey, don't think you can come here and boss us, just because you are the CEO's secretary. You're an employee..." "An employee that is better than you. Did you ask what the CEO saw in me? Well, what he didn't see in you, worth enough to be his secretary..." She pauses, and searches her mind for what else to say, and boom! It came.

Brown asked. "Certainly," he replied. "Nice! Although this is your first time bringing a secretary along, I've long heard about your habit of changing secretaries quite frequently," Mr. Brown smiled deviously as he spoke. "Brevity is the soul of wit, Brown. So why don't you cut to the chase and tell us what's on your mind? That I'm being too choosy or..." Ezekiel regarded him with an unflinching gaze, his curiosity tinged with a hint of skepticism.

one of the employees commented in an admiring tone, with a hint of excitement. “Don’t you have something more appropriate to say?” replied another, one of the secretaries from the legal department, adjusting her glasses and moving her lips to fix her braces, a faint expression of disapproval on her face. “Oh, come on! Just look at that man. Do you think I’m wrong?” the first insisted with a mischievous smile, still staring at Gabriel. “Well…” the other secretary continued, now more shyly, looking away. “You’re not wrong.” She blushed slightly.