Novel & Cerita Sekretaris

" Mr William?" " Yea?" I answered. He smiles and said. " Can you spare me a moment of your time?" He asked me. He took me to an office. The building was pretty big. I followed him inside when he opened the door for me. " This will be your spot, this is assembly man Daniel trit overseas account information." How's he related to this? " What is the reason you're handling this over?" I asked. " Why don't you come work at the k-group headquarters?" He asked smiling.

Pumasok ang sekretarya na may dalang dalawang tasa na nakapatong sa tray. “Ito na po ang kape at tsaa n’yo, Sir, Mam,” magalang na sabi ng sekretarya. Ipinatong nito ang mga tasa sa maliit na lamesang kahoy na nasa harap nina Jasper at Donya Sophia. “May ipag-uutos pa po ba kayo, Sir?” tanong nito bago umalis. “Wala na,” sagot ni Jasper. “Sige po.” Matapos magpaalam ang sekretarya ay agad na humigop si Donya Sophia ng tsaa. Humugot muna ng malalim na buntung-hininga bago tumingin sa kanya.

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.

I clear my throat, resisting the urge to vomit. “Oh, I’m sorry for interrupting. It was nice seeing you again,” Belle says as she saunters off. Mason sits back down and looks uninterested as I get him to sign the rest of the contract. “So, is Belle your assistant or something?” Mason asks as I walk him to the door. “No…she is head of the IT department. She makes sure that there haven’t been any breaches in security systems,” I reply, nonchalantly. “Why do you ask?” I say, giving him a puzzled look.

Roel added with obvious pride, “is Secretary Warren Minerva of Malakai Group of Companies. He works directly under one of the company’s directors.” The introduction instantly filled the men with excitement. Even their daughters looked visibly thrilled. “My pleasure meeting you, Secretary Minerva,” Maricris said boldly as she stepped forward and extended her hand. The secretary accepted the handshake politely. Mirriam and Tanya quickly followed, their earlier hostility toward Cassie replaced with demure smiles as they each took their turn shaking his hand. Cassie watched the entire display quietly. Her posture remained relaxed, her expression calm, though her gaze lingered a moment longer on

She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, as though she had all the time in the world to wait for me to fail. And then Lucien spoke again. His voice was calm, but there was a weight in it that made the air grow heavier. “And more than that,” he said, letting the words hang in the silence for a moment, “Alina will now work directly under me… as my secretary.” The room erupted. Gasps echoed around the table. Voices overlapped, angry and shocked. “What?!” “That’s impossible!” “She was only an intern!” “This is favoritism!” “This is not fair to the rest of us who have been here for years!”

Rylee's POV: "Hello, I am Rylee Martin. A cleaner here in this pack hotel," I tell the secretary who was dressed in a white top and black trousers. She was the senior secretary of Alpha Malakai. "Yes. How may I help you?" She asked me, and I looked at her name badge. Snr. Secretary: Elsa Dominic. "Yes, Ma'am. I am here to see Alpha Malakai." "Why?" She asked me as she looked me up and down as I stood in front of her office desk.

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