Secretary Books Novels & Stories

The kind that didn’t come with her constant interference or her goddamn secrets. The door opened without a knock. My secretary walked in carrying a stack of folders, hips swaying under that tight black skirt. The fabric pulled tight across her ass with every ste.... full, round, the kind of curve that made a man forget what he was supposed to be signing. She set the folders down and leaned over the desk to straighten them. I didn’t look at the papers. I looked at the way her blouse gapped when she bent forward. “You needed these before the end of day,” she said, voice light, professional.

Jason replied and walked out of the office before Mr Kingsley could ask him any more questions Mr Kingsley looked at my side, winked at me and licked his lips before going after Jason During lunch break, I went to a nearby restaurant and ordered a burger and Sprite and was about to start eating when a beautiful lady came up to me with her tray "Can I join you?" She asked "Yes sure" "I'm Stephanie from the marketing department" "I'm Lexi the new secretary" "Nice meeting you" "Nice meeting you too" I replied We chatted throughout our meal and exchanged phone numbers on our way back to the office.

Caius said looking at the menu. "And may I ask why?" "He is not a good man. Too many personal dirty stories." "Then why are you doing business with him?" I asked confused. "He is good in business. Simple." He shrugged. I just shook my head. On the cue, Mr. Lewis arrived with his secretary. He was a man in his middle fifties, very fit though. He had a big white beard. His secretary was wearing too much vulgar clothes for my understanding. She looked in her early twenties.

"Why did you bring me here with you?" "Bring?" I turned, flashing eyes of pure anger at him. "Yeah. Why did you bring me along with you?" "You seem not to have grasped your full job as my secretary, have you?" *Secretary.* A secretary follows her boss around. Yeah, a secretary does...to business meetings, for corporate purposes, even attending events on her boss's behalf. A secretary is like an assistant CEO, the eyes and ears of her boss.

Nathan was still standing when the image of the secretary returned to his mind. Not the current one. The demand. “Keep my secretary. There is no one better suited for the position.” His father’s voice echoed in his head like an order he refused to accept without question. Harry Albuquerque was not a man of emotional requests. If he said that, there was a reason. And that alone was dangerous. Nathan sat slowly behind the desk. Opened the drawer and retrieved the employee file he had requested earlier that morning. Hanna Roshe. • Four years with the company

Oh, my God This was so good, now poverty will run far away from me, in fact, poverty will flee from me. "If you are thinking about the stress in it, then you don't have to think about it because you will be fine." I just told you that because this is the first time in almost two decades we are employing a secretary, our boss never wanted that, and we rejected all the application letters of those who applied for that post. I don't know the reason he needs a secretary now, but I know you will be fine," Mr. Aaron assured me. But come to think of it, no secretary was employed here in almost 20 years, and I'm the first secretary allowed to work here—what a blessing in disguise!

I read the employee guide sent along with the letter all afternoon yesterday. She was initially browsing through the papers on the table, but when I said that, she halted and looked up at me. She had a condescending look, "It's Secretary Williams to you." I stared at her, not expecting that to be a concern, but I could only nod and repeated, "Yes, Secretary Williams." She brought out a file and placed it in front of me, her demeanour frosty. Then, she said, "That contains all the notes left by the previous secretaries. It contains the president's preferences and all that."

"I also have a question about your company's financials. Can you tell me more about your revenue and profit growth over the past few years?" "I'd be happy to share that information with you." I smiled, pulled out my phone and began scrolling. "But my secretary has all the company's latest reports with her, so she can provide you with any details you need. She's also very knowledgeable about our company's finances, so she can answer any questions you have." Debbie's jaw dropped. "I'm here to discuss with you and not with your secretary. Gosh you're so annoying." She retrieved her hands from the table.

And with that, the meeting ends. The next few minutes are blur of mundane activities. As I stack files to take back to my desk, I feel eyes burning into the side of my head. Looking up, I catch the narrow eyed gazes of some of the executives, as I'd expected. They're whispering to each other, no doubt judging me for my sharp mouthed display earlier. I can just imagine the words. "But she's just a secretary..." "Butting into important matters she knows nothing about..." "She should focus on sending emails and filing paperwork..."

she beckoned with her hands. “Second, a secretary must manage communication—whether it’s answering calls, drafting letters, or acting as a liaison between staff, clients, and management,” she continued. Violet’s smile grew larger. “Good point. And the third?” “Record keeping and documentation. It’s vital to maintain accurate records, meeting minutes, reports, and legal documents because they guide decisions and ensure accountability.” She concluded her response, earning applause from Violet. “Well said, Miss Loretta. You seem to understand the role of a secretary quite well,” Violet said.