Secretary Novels & Stories

She probably saw me through the camera. “I’m Mr. Giovanni’s secretary,” I answered. A few seconds passed by before she decided to open the door. “Secretary? You? As far as I know, Greyson doesn’t hire just anyone to be his secretary. And as of the record, all of the applicants who attempted to be his secretary all failed since he disliked all of them,” she said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

However, when he communicates this to his secretary, a slight opposition arises. Dean's voice reflects his enthusiasm, "I need a month off. Personal matter. Family." His secretary, maintaining a calm demeanor, responds, "Sir, we have important projects lined up. A month is quite extensive. Are you sure about this?" Dean, undeterred, insists, "I've been searching for her for months. This is non-negotiable. I need this time." The secretary, remaining composed, counters, "I understand the personal aspect, but consider the impact on work. Can we compromise on a shorter duration?"

Gabe said nothing, barely managing to tuck his shirt into his pants. I grabbed her by the hair, hearing her desperate screams. I opened the door, dragged her naked through the reception, and led her to the regular elevator. I pressed the button, the door opened, and I shoved her inside, closing it. She could figure out how to get home—I didn’t give a damn. I looked at the assistant secretary. “Post a new secretary vacancy. It’ll be a man.” “And… my job, Mrs. Clifford?” “You’re not fit to be assistant secretary. You’ll be the third. Open a hiring process for two secretaries… immediately. Did you ca

But before they found us my parents face an accident that leads to their death. Present, I was disturbed from the trance of my past of someone who knocked at the wooden door of my office. “Come in.” I command to the person at the other side of the door. “President, the members of the board are all in the conference room. They’re waiting for you.” I turned around to see peter who’s standing in front of my desk. “Okay. Let’s go.” I said as I walked straight to the door out of my office. The moment we got out of my office Peter informed me about the interview for my new personal secretary.

Kaylar offered her hand for a handshake which he took without any reservation, he rubbed his fingers against Kaylar's hand and smiled frivolously. Mr Bernard released Kaylar's hand and faced Wayne "What a lovely secretary you have, yes?" "Indeed" Wayne answered leisurely. He was then led to a private room by Mr Bernard. A young lady who was dressed suggestively sat comfortably on the sofa as Wayne and the rest walked in. "Mr Frenado this is my secretary Natasha" Mr Bernard introduced. Natasha walked towards Wayne's and stretched her hands out for a handshake, "Good evening Mr. Frenado"

They were instruments, cutting through pretense, measuring every ounce of her worth. “You are Ava Reed,” he said, calm and commanding. “Yes,” she replied. “I am here for the secretary position.” “You are late.” Her heart lurched. “I am… I am sorry, sir,” she stammered. “Traffic was…” “Traffic,” he repeated, sharp and measured. “I hope your work ethic is better than your punctuality.” Ava swallowed hard and nodded. “It is, sir. I will not disappoint you.” He studied her silently, and she felt every hesitation, every doubt, every insecurity laid bare beneath his gaze. Then, almost imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth lifted. “Very well. Follow me.”

I ordered. “Yes sir.” she carried Chelsea to her room immediately while I took some chips and orange juice to my room, I brought my laptop out to do some work. I really need a secretary just the way Chelsea needs a nanny. My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts, I frowned at the unknown number that was calling me. “Mr. Winthrop.” the caller said. “Yes, Who’s this?” “Am David Morgan sir and I heard you are looking for a secretary.” and my frowned deepens,

I told myself I was just organizing paperwork, but when I opened the shared finance directory and clicked on a folder Elias had flagged two weeks ago, I found a draft memo. To: Board of Directors, Rourke Holdings From: Elias Rourke, CEO Subject: Executive Secretary Transfer – Chloe Hart Reason: To support Rourke London transition initiative (Q3). Effective: TBD. I stared at the screen. My name. My title. A transfer I hadn’t requested, discussed, or agreed to. No context. No warning. And no idea whether Gavin knew. The lights in the office buzzed above me. My breath turned shallow. And behind me, the glass door clicked softly shut.

"Miss, please wait, don't hang up the call. Let me convey your message to President Smith, hope he will speak to you." The truth is Secretary got scared by Rose's sudden changes of voice and behavior, a moment before she was speaking in a pleasing thin but the next moment she changed her attitude 180 degrees and spoke in an overbearing tone like she is a president of some rowed company. Secretary is a minor staff of Smith industries she doesn't want to make any mistake which makes company loss fisher and she got fired by her boss. She hurried her pace, walked in Leonard's cabin, and passed Rose's message as she said.

“I will go home.” “Y-Yes, Sir.” He turned around to get ready. “And…” The secretary stopped and looked back at Finn. “About the thing you saw right now, keep your mouth shut. Or else, you wouldn’t like what might happen. Okay?” When Finn grinned at him, the secretary felt as if he saw a different person in the Vice President’s body.