The Ceo Above My Desk Novels & Stories

Kylie stood frozen, unsure of what to do as she hugged her bag to her chest. Just then, Lana came out of the break room, carrying a cup of water. With a smile, she told Kylie, "Kylie, your desk's been moved upstairs." As Lana spoke, she pointed upward toward the ceiling. Upstairs. The CEO's office was on the 28th floor. Besides Jonathan's office, there was a large conference room and several meeting rooms on that floor. Kylie didn't expect her desk to be placed in the same office as Jonathan. More specifically, her desk had been positioned right by the door of his office.

I sent the message and put my phone back in the drawer just as Celeste walked into my office. "Catherine, I'm so sorry! Things always get out of hand when that spoiled princess shows up. I hope you didn't get in trouble with the boss because of me," Celeste said, looking guilty and genuinely upset. Celeste was the executive secretary. She sat at the desk facing the elevators, so no one came or went without her seeing them. She was a very attractive woman, around thirty-five, tall and slim with brown hair always pulled back in a professional bun, dark eyes, and black-framed glasses that made her look even more serious. My office was to her right and led to my boss's office. The other side had

“You can go up now. The elevator on the right will take you to the top floor.” “The top floor?” I repeated. She nodded. “Yes. The CEO’s office.” My breath caught. CEO? There was only one person that could be. Alexander King. My palms began to sweat as I walked toward the elevator. The doors closed softly behind me, and the elevator started rising. Each passing floor made my heart beat faster. By the time the elevator reached the top floor, my nerves were completely out of control. The doors slid open. A quiet hallway stretched in front of me, with large glass walls overlooking the city.

"Not everyone can delegate their entire job to underlings." "Underlings? Is that what you think I do all day? Sit at my desk while 'underlings' do all the work?" "Isn't that the CEO handbook? Chapter one: How to look important while doing nothing?" His fingers danced along my spine. "Maybe I should give you a proper tour of my office sometime. Show you exactly what the CEO does all day." "Let me guess, it involves the couch in your private office." "Among other surfaces," he agreed, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. "My desk is very sturdy."

If only they knew. The afternoon passed in a blur of chaos. My new desk on the top floor was sleek and modern, positioned right outside a set of imposing double doors marked “R. Montenegro – CEO.” Boxes of files, schedules, and urgent memos were already stacked on it. I dove in headfirst, trying to lose myself in the work to quiet the storm in my chest.

He pushed them open. It was the most beautiful corner office I had ever seen. A massive dark wood desk sat in the center. Bookshelves lined the walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city. On the desk, there was a little silver nameplate. Viviana Marino. CEO. I walked over to the desk and touched the wood. Alessandro walked around and placed a thick, heavy file on top of the desk. "Open it," he said.

She thinks I will follow her around obediently, I thought, and I looked at the building directory on the wall. The CEO’s office was on the fortieth floor. Good, I thought, I will go and ask the man who signed this order for myself. I found the correct elevator, pressed the button, and rode forty floors up with my jaw so tight that my teeth hurt. Nobody stopped me, because nobody dared, and at the end of a long, silent corridor I found a pair of tall oak doors with a brass plate. Jaxon De Luca, Chief Executive Officer. I did not knock.

All I could think about was her. An attendant hurried toward me. "Good day, sir. How may we…" "Where is the CEO?" The man hesitated. "Mrs. Moretti?" "Yes." "She's not on seat, sir." My eyes hardened. I kept moving. Greg followed close behind. We reached a large office at the end of the corridor. A nameplate was mounted on the door. CEO — ELENA MORETTI. My heart slammed against my ribs. I reached for the door handle.

“So…” “Ok, ok. I figured since you are the new CEO that you should be coming to work like the gorgeous, intelligent badass that you are.” “… I see. Where’s my car then?” “Your car is parked in the garage. I know you wouldn’t want to be driven everywhere you want to go.” “This is only for going to and from work, right?” “Yes, and the good thing about having a driver is I can sit in the back with you and go over files, meetings, and everything else that you may need to do.”

Except when Atlas was putting his hands on her, but that was something that didn't quite fit into the conversation. The other woman still looked skeptical, however. "He's the boss. He's the big-big-big boss to me, to be specific, past my floor head and then my department head and then the COO. He probably has no work left to do by the time everything trickles up to him. Like, I've heard stories about how he's sooo hardworking and all that, but let's be real. CEOs don't work. They just profit, that's it."