Sekretaris Ku Canduku Novels & Stories

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.”

He was standing directly in the doorway, his broad frame making it impossible to slip past without brushing against him. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. I opened my mouth, but the words got stuck. After what felt like forever, I finally managed to speak. “Why… why is it you?” His smile didn’t falter. Before he could answer, his secretary stepped forward, her professional tone cutting through the tension. “We’re here to discuss the project, Ms. Candice. Our company reviewed it and found it… interesting enough to consider.” I let out a short, almost incredulous laugh under my breath. “Interesting? Really?”

He is a confused human being in general. " I. I have something to say, Sir" I raised a brow. Is that not why I waited " what is it about ? " " We have few candidates to interview for the secretary post you requested," he said " I don't want to hear about it. Just chose who is best for the position" I said then remember another thing " I'll be needing two people for the job. He was confused " two people ?" " Yes, are you questioning my order ?" He was frightened " N. no sir. I'm sorry about that "

"No miss. I know nasa 'tamang' eroplano ako at hinahanap ko ang boss niyo. I'm here to accompany him with this trip. Hindi niya ba nasabi sa'yo na mahuhuli ang sekretarya niya?" "Secretary??" Shocked na taong nya with her eyes quickly gave me a once over, mula sa parang dinaanan ng ipo-ipo kung buhok down to my 'basagulerang' attire and then to my pump shoes. Then a look of disapproval and distaste appeared on her face. Bloody judgemental frog! "Tingin ko talaga nasa maling eroplano po kayo, ma'am because from what I have heard last week, Mr. Del Fuero had unfortunately fired his secretary so there's no way na magiging secre---"

“You’re really coming to my house?” This time I turn to him with an inquisitive brow raised in his direction. “Now, I’m curious Secretary Hall. You’re not the messy kind,” I suck in a breath, I’ve seen the way he cleans after himself and me, he could never be messy, he’d have a heart attack if anything is in the wrong spot for like a second. “A secret stash you don’t want me to see? Are you secretly a collector of any kind?” I let out a theatrical gasp, eyes wide, free hand plastered against my mouth as I go,

BRUCE Mateo has noticed that something's off about me, and he's not buying my excuses. I keep telling him I'm fine, but he can tell I'm not being completely honest with him. He's probably worried about me, and I hate making him feel that way. I don't know how to fucking tell him that I'm having a crush on my secretary. "Come on, let's grab a drink and unwind," Matt said, standing in the doorway of my office, one hand resting on the frame. His body language was relaxed, but his tone was insistent.

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.

Caius said looking at the menu. "And may I ask why?" "He is not a good man. Too many personal dirty stories." "Then why are you doing business with him?" I asked confused. "He is good in business. Simple." He shrugged. I just shook my head. On the cue, Mr. Lewis arrived with his secretary. He was a man in his middle fifties, very fit though. He had a big white beard. His secretary was wearing too much vulgar clothes for my understanding. She looked in her early twenties.

Tomorrow I was going to be ab acting CEO of Mrs Johnson's billion doll ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Day_3 I went to the office as a businessman, Yeah, right. I went to the Secretary office to ask for the code is conduct only for me to see the supposed general manager, Dickson having sex with the Secretary, just wow. I was going through the company's code of conduct policy booklet I found on the secretary's counter when she finally came out of the office.

Being lazy literally since I was born, or since I got out of orphanage. “Hey!” She called raising up at me. My steps towards my seat also halting. “You’re still my secretary, and my personal assistant somehow, so hurry here and come help me!” She stretched a whole bundle of file at me, to what, look the fuck into or go the fuck through them. Nah I ain’t doing that. “Huhhh? Ma’am please fire me as your secretary then!” I quickly pleased seeing the files stretched at me. They’re way too damn much for me to handle.