Novel & Cerita Secretária

"Does she happen to be your girlfriend, sir Declan?" "No! Margaux Anson is her given name. She is my secretary." Declan laughed and immediately put his arm around her after hearing a crisp 'aww' from them and even hearing someone in the background say, 'it's a shame if Miss Margaux is just a secretary.' "She's Off-Limits, guys. We're here to relax. It's nice to visit the rancho like this in the sun," Declan laughed, joined by a few men who were overjoyed that the boss had arrived.

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.

Now I would have to deal with at least twenty women begging for the job. ** "Hired. A woman about 32 years old, delicate, responsible, organized, experienced, and with a good record. That's all I need in one woman. "Thank you very much, from this moment on I will get up to speed, I will ask for the information with Grace and all her standards. Excuse me. I nodded and watched her walk away. I like her. I dialed Grace back from my desk. "I already have a secretary Grace, take care of her this afternoon.

I needed to confirm. “Who is Bryan’s new secretary?” There was a pause. “Ohhh.” His voice took on that knowing lilt that made me want to strangle him through the phone. “The new secretary.” “Yes, the new secretary,” I said sharply. He seemed to stall for a bit and I knew that something was going on. “She is very beautiful, classy, damn...” “Ben, I’m asking for her name, silly” He chuckled. “You mean Christiana Salazar? Yeah, she’s… well, let’s just say if the office was a TV show, she’d be the mysterious beauty who shows up in season three and gets the whole fanbase talking.”

Disappointment was written all over their faces. “Can we book an appointment with her? We have no idea who her secretary is,” Zack asked, the concern now showing on his face. He needed to speak with the new president. She was his only hope of closing the deal that could save his position. If he failed today, his father would surely demote him. “Her personal secretary is Kim Mijares, sir.”

“Uhm, they're a bunch of contracts and agreements from the past week” “So what does that have to do with Melissa?” I questioned. “Are they signed?” She nodded. “So?” I waited for her to speak. “I was hoping Melissa would sort them and send the necessary copies to various departments” “And is that Melissa’s job?” I turned to look at Melissa. “Well, sir. She is the secretary” she dared to speak. “No no no, she is my secretary. She takes orders from me.” I walked closer to the lady now, taking a closer look at her ID card which was attached to the left pocket of her shirt. “Helen, I see. Aren't you a record manager”

"There is a woman wants to come in–" "Back off, Mr. Sumo man!" A woman on her pencil skirt forced to came inside and face the man that doesn't allowing her to come in. "For your information, I am the secretary here and who are to order me not to come in?" Her both hands are on her waist. "Ahm, he's my bodyguard, Miss," Ellie asked and rise on her seat, "It's okay, Agoth, she is harmless." "Okay, Ms. Ellie," her bodyguard only replied on her and closed the door of the office where he came back sitting again outside.

"Travis is the head secretary, and he's working under Sean currently. The deputy secretary is General Anderson, whose sister used to be Jeremy's wife. He could be counted as Steven Milton's supporter then. Christian Saltzman is the Secretary of the Finance Department while Jeremy is his deputy secretary. They were both working with Steven. Their relationship is really complicated. I need detailed information regarding their marriages. The more detailed the information, the better. It's the only way we could find the internal contradictions," Stella remarked thoughtfully.

Shawn sat at his table, eyes fixated on Cheryl as she chatted with an unknown man at the far end of the restaurant. He stood up, intending to walk over to her when his lawyer, Sam, stopped him in his tracks. "He's here, boss," Sam said, his voice urgent. Shawn frowned, his attention still on Cheryl. "What?" "Boss, his secretary is here," Sam repeated, gesturing to a smartly dressed lady in her twenties who had just walked into the restaurant.

Katrina woke up to the sound of her alarm, opening her eyes she yawned and rubbed her eyes with her hand. Sluggishly getting up from her bed she went to her bathroom brushed her teeth and washed her face. Then she came back and sat on her reading table. She opened her laptop to check and be sure she had everything prepared for the new week. Katrina work as a Secretary for Lucas Evans. "Lucas" she called she was used to calling out his name at odd times when she is alone.