Secrétaire Novels & Stories

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.

Three men were already seated, waiting for him. Secretary of Defense Richard Morrison sat at the head of the table, a stern man in his sixties with military bearing. To his left was Minister of Defense Gerald Hutchins, a political appointee known for protecting institutional interests. To his right was Minister of Internal Security Thomas Brennan, a former intelligence officer with a reputation for ruthlessness. "Director Hammond," Morrison said without warmth. "Please, sit down." Hammond took his seat across from the three men, keeping his expression neutral. "Thank you for coming on such short notice," Morrison continued, though his tone made it clear this wasn't a request. "We have some q

How dare a mere secretary to be so rude to him? Xavier was so angry he almost laughed. "Well then, you’re the CEO’s secretary. Don't you know that you can’t just let anyone enter the CEO’s office?" The secretary replied calmly, "It was approved by Ms. Leighton. If you have any opinions, you can speak to Ms. Leighton directly." "You..." Xavier was a little speechless, but the secretary was pretty clever for using Jeanette against him.

Then I sigh wearily, “Stop calling me that.” “What? Sloppy?” “Boss,” I croak, my vocal cords momentarily fried by the scalding liquid, “We can’t have Mr Ward thinking I’m about to usurp him.” Henry snickers, “That’s a stretch but alright. Something is bothering you.” “No shit.” “Care to share?” I open my mouth to tell him not to worry when my office landline rings. “Head Secretary’s office,” I drawl into the receiver. “Good morning, Miss Griffin.”

Every other person had dispersed back to their posts. “Good morning Sir. I’m Lynnette Parker, your secretary.” I introduced myself, speaking in short sentences. His expression was unclear as he raised his head from his computer screen. His stern eyes locked with mine, but he gave me no acknowledgment or even a smile. Wait. Did he not recognize me? My mind raced with a million ideas, but I managed to narrow it down. “Do you need anything, sir?” "No," he shot back condescendingly, his powerful voice cold and emotionless as he waved me off.

He feels like he wants to puke just by listening to his nonsense. Mico felt his cheeks getting warmer and so he excused himself, "Well, then... I'll go ahead now, Mr. President, Mr. Cruz." The secretary quickly picks his backpack and hurried to leave the office. The situation is kind of awkward. Better leave soon!

I turned to realize one of them was a kid I used to babysit. "Timothy?" I asked in my mom voice. He jumped and looked up at me, "Luna." he stated. "Explain yourself young man." I commanded. "Alpha Jackson wants us to look our for you ever since the rogue attack the other day." he rushed. I gestured to the other guys surrounding me. "I don't need a babysitter, but thank you. And if you wake up or scare Adaline I will pull you by your ears and take you all to your mates or your parents." I exclaimed. "Yes Luna." they all bowed their heads. "And boys....my name is Stephanie. Not Luna." I told them and walked off to the produce section.

he reported. That was odd. Nolan kept his face neutral though and simply said, “Oh?” His secretary continued. “Yes, it appears he would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience. I did ask what the meeting would be regarding, but the receptionist with whom I spoke was unable to provide that information.” Nolan nodded. He drank his water down and handed the glass to the secretary, who took it and left the room. Kerr. That was the Secretary of State’s name. Harlan Kerr.

************************* Far away, in another city, Riley's day was bright despite the storm raging in the villa. Her phone buzzed. She answered at once. "Riley Albertine?" The voice was polite, warm. "Yes, speaking." "This is 4Axis. " Here it comes, please don't say you also have rejected me. Riley prayed in silence. "We're pleased to inform you that you've been selected for the Assistant Secretary position. You'll begin next week. Congratulations. We'll send an email with all the details." Riley stammered her thanks, her chest swelling with happiness.

"I can forgive you for talking to me with this attitude, but please remember that you should be polite to other people in the future. I won't allow anyone to smear the President's image." Her righteous words stunned an experienced official like Secretary Hart, and he was at a loss for words. "Secretary Hart, do you hear me?" She insisted on getting Secretary Hart's reply. "I know." As she appeared tough, Secretary Hart took a step back. He knew her words were right. Maxton Hart worked as the secretary of the President, and he was in charge of relaying Mr. President's messages. He was an extension of Mr. President. In other people's eyes, the way he spoke and his attitude represented Mr. Pres