Secrétaire Novels & Stories

the leader asked as he looked at his secretary. “Yes,” the secretary replied even though he didn’t understand why he was panicking and there was nothing wrong he had done. “So you are sure that Gabin hasn’t touched any computer or any electronic devices?”

"Let go. Are you taking advantage of the situation, huh?" "Please stay still, Mr. Kael," Hellena whispered softly near Kael's ear, her fingers gently stroking his broad back in slow, soothing motions. "Just think of this as part of my duty as your secretary to make sure the company's greatest asset doesn't collapse before we arrive in the capital. Your body is very cold, and this embrace can help ease your shivering."

When he was almost infront of Justin, he stopped and stared at Justin with an unreadable expression. "No," he said as he moved past Justin opening the door. " Sorry, what did you say?" Justin said as sweat drops began forming on his face. Drake indicated with his hands for Justin to leave as his to his receptionist. " Next candidate" Justin froze at the spot and his heart stopped Next candidate?

I smoothed my blouse, ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it , and made my way to the top floor. Dean’s voice was calm, firm, controlled same as always as I entered. “Dad, this is my secretary, Bianca West,” he said without even looking at me. His secretary. Not Bianca. Not “the head of my administrative team.”Not even “my assistant.” Just… secretary. Stripped bare. I felt naked I swallowed the sting and smiled, polite. “Mr. Andrews, it’s a pleasure.” John Andrews barely glanced up from his glass of water. His presence was sharp silver hair, hard eyes, and a suit that probably cost more than my rent. He could pass for mid sixties, if he had Dean early.

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 call for someone to pick up the bottle?”

She rattled off introductions in a breathless rush, pointing out various people around. “That’s Benjamin Rafe,” she whispered dramatically, nodding towards a man in a dark robe who was laughing loudly with a woman in a barely-there dress. “Secretary of the Treasury,” Nina continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “His wife’s probably at home, completely oblivious to what her darling husband’s up to—or who he’s up to it with. Can you imagine the scandal?” Millie managed a tight-lipped smile, her cheeks starting to ache from the effort of looking interested. She wasn’t sure how much more of Nina’s drunken commentary she could take.

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.”

So disgusting. So irritating. I slowly opened the first page. The employment contract was something, and I am sure some lawyer helped him with this, I thought as I glanced at him, and when our eyes met, I glanced away immediately. And I slipped again and saw the heading. AGREEMENT FOR APPOINTMENT OF SEAMUS GROUP OF COMPANY SECRETARY AND SUBMISSIVE TO THE CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICER, MR GAVRIEL SEAMUS. Still holding the document in my hands, my face bore a dumbfounded expression with my eyes still fixed on the heading of the paper. What did he mean by being submissive to the chief executive officer, or was that the punishment he was giving to me?