Secrétaire Novels & Stories

he said, shaking his head slightly, as if regretting his company's decision to hire me as his secretary. "Well, sorry," I mumbled under my breath, unable to resist the sarcastic retort, knowing full well that he had heard me. He straightened up in his chair and slid a thick stack of papers across the desk towards me. I took them and quickly retreated to my assigned workspace, my mind reeling. "That's a list of your duties as my secretary," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth or emotion. As I flipped through the pages, my eyes widened in disbelief. Seriously? There was an impossible amount of work listed here.

She was glad for this new post, all thanks to her uncle. "Bitch!" Someone cursed and kicked the door open, "how in the world did you become a secretary, what did you do?" Cassie was extremely angry that a smoky could almost be seen coming out of her forehead. The position of a permanent secretary is not higher than that of an assistant director neither is that of the assistant director higher than that of a permanent secretary. They are equals and serve in different capabilities. Cassie was not only angry cause she and Brigitta are now equals but because Brigitta, as a permanent secretary to the CEO will have more access to the CEO and will equally get to see him often that she will do. She

“You’ve been thorough lately. Almost too thorough.” My pulse quickened. “Just trying to earn my keep, sir.” I said, forcing a playful edge to my voice, but my heart was pounding. Was he onto me? Had I pushed too hard with my questions earlier? He leaned back, crossing his arms. “You’ve got a lot of initiative for a secretary. Asking about security protocols, digging into projections… Most would just file papers and call it a day.” I froze, my mind racing for a cover. “I want to be more than just a secretary, Mr. Moore,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I want to learn the business, make myself valuable. Is that so strange?”

I listened attentively, I smiled bitterly at my awful luck, there was a fire threat and all workers had evacuated, I just happened to be in the bathroom at the time. But if everyone had evacuated, why was Julian wandering about, even looking for me? My thoughts raced. I suddenly realized things weren't as simple as they seemed. “Oh, well, the problem has been resolved” Justine clarified. Julian nodded before leaving, he ignored me. “Who's he?” I nudged Justine. “Him? He's the secretary to the DOF” Justine answered. I paused, the DOF? My mind whirred into action.

Reynolds hesitates, then knocks on the open door to announce his presence. “Detective,” the Chief says, tone clipped now, not like someone who had been laughing just seconds earlier. “Come in.” He salutes. “Sir.” The man in the suit doesn’t even look up. “This,” the Chief says, standing, “is Secretary Ronald Matrick. Secretary of Energy.” Reynolds stiffens. Ah. That’s why he looks familiar. Matrick waves off the formality. “At ease, Detective.” “Of course,” Reynolds says, suddenly uneasy.

Maybe she lied about still being with him just to get under my skin. That had to be it… Or he escorted me instead of her because of the contract. After all, we were pretending to be the perfect couple to his Grandfather. Snap out of it, Olivia. Just let the thoughts go tonight. Just then, Christian leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Look at that man over there,” he whispered, making me shiver slightly. “The one with the protruding stomach.” I followed his gaze. “That’s the Secretary of the Treasury.” he continued. “Can you see how much of the country’s money goes straight to his stomach?”

Seemed to be looking for something or maybe someone. Alby's crooked smile appeared. "Oh, I'm sorry. My secretary has a little business, maybe a little late." He said making Zavier nod in understanding. "And this is Adriana Lynn, my secretary." Zavier introduced his secretary who immediately shook Alby's hand formally. Saying his name while giving a small smile before sitting back down. "What about what I told Jean? Have you agreed, sir?" Zavier open the conversation. His gaze was hopeful. Seemed to be looking forward to it.

He grunted lightly and managed to pull himself up, he staggered backwards but he was able to hold himself from falling. He got to his room and had his bath. He managed to get ready for work and without even eating the breakfast that the cook had made, he made his way to work. "Good morning boss. I already employed a new secretary for you and I must say sir, he's very competent and you would like him." Nick's P.A told him with a small smile on his face. "Wait Jacob, are you serious right now? You employed a male as a secretary for me? You know what, I don't want to see him. Tell him he's fired! Get me a female secretary and not some dumb male secretary." Nick snapped at Jacob.

"Just tell him it's Gia Winston, his sister-in-law," she said more like bragging. The secretary stared at her as if she said the wrong word. Of course, it sounds strange and weird to his secretary, she doesn't remember Amber having a sister. Yeah, she has been working for him for a while now. Even if it hasn't been a while, Maverick is a popular businessman, if you don't want to know about his story the reporters will write it.

“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.