The Office Pete Novels & Stories

Amber has lived in Chicago for the past three years after she moved from Boston to start her office work where she works as the secretary to the CEO of the biggest Department store, Shell House. Her everyday work was always hectic but who was she to complain when her boss was always working with her even late into the night so it was not as if he was punishing her on purpose but one thing she really love about her boss, Tom Holland is that no matter how hard they have to work, he makes sure she enjoys her weekend so every Friday she goes home as early as possible.

The anonymous whistleblowers were already destroying what remained of my company from the inside out. User9021_BE: Can confirm he hasn't been in the corporate office for a while now. The executive floor has been completely dark since before the Toni interview leaked. He was already checking out. His guilt had already begun eating him up.” The_great: Whenever that Emma came to the office she was always acting high and mighty, you’d think she’s the boss or his wife or even his biological daughter. Bella Rey; My boyfriend had his suspicions when Toni kept visiting his office and one day his wife almost caught them.

I pouted. “She promised to make us some when we go back to get Erick and since your nephew is there, too. I doubt he’ll have a hard time,” Ethan promised. “Now, back to work, young lady. I’ll see you in a bit. Love you.” “Love you, too. Bye.” I hung up and walked back to the podium to finish off the rest of the interview, this time with a real smile on my face. Now that I heard Ethan’s voice, I was back in action with extra energy.

She kept mumbling. “Please don’t fire me. I was just doing my job… following protocol… I didn’t know who you were, I swear—” “Don’t worry,” I said, staring at the lit floor numbers. “You can’t get fired for doing your job. Just… be polite next time. And smile at customers.” She nodded like a bobblehead on Red Bull. We reached the top floor. She led me to a sleek black door and knocked before pushing it open. Inside, Uncle Pete sat surrounded by three others in suits. He looked up—and his jaw dropped.

CLYDE “Here are the documents, sir.”, Pete said. Pete is his Executive Assisstant, but he can also be considered as his right hand. He handles a lot of his office works specially when he is away or on a business trip. He serves as his counter part when it involves employees conern. Clyde has three five star hotels in New York alone. He has one in California, two in Las Vegas and one mini hotel in Hawaii. He also has two hotels in Europe and an ongoing construction in Singapore. He is also planning to build one in China. All of that are partly being taking care of Pete. He receives daily report from him through his emails. Apart from signing crucial documents and client meetings where his pre

The large mahogany desk, the floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the city, and the luxurious leather armchairs all spoke of power and success. Sarah walked over to the CEO, who was sitting at his desk with his head buried in a stack of documents. "Mr. Hudson, I'd like to introduce you to your new secretary, Ivy," she said, smiling. The CEO looked up and their eyes met. A feeling of recognition washed over Ivy as she realized that she had met this man before, at a club, two nights ago.They had shared a passionate night together at his penthouse and she had never expected to see him here of all places, let alone as her new boss.

"Animals are sort of synonymous with pets." "Master!" I snapped, and he grinned. "Go back to your room," he ordered, his attention returning to the papers in front of him. I refused to let him dismiss me so easily. I refused to let him treat me however he liked, only giving me attention when it suited him. Corey had treated me that way all this time, ignoring and disregarding me, so I had vowed never to let anyone treat me like that again. I moved closer to him, placing both hands boldly on his desk. "I'm not moving an inch from here until I get what I want."

“I want to reiterate that the office is a workplace. Don’t treat it like it’s your house or worse, like a garbage dump. Some people just refuse to listen! “Don’t think you’re better than anyone else just because you were personally hired by the chairman. You managed to get the agreements signed over simple phone calls or meals. Anyone can do that! “Taylor, come up and review your mistakes. Tell the others what you’ve done!” I stood up. While some people looked confused, others looked gleeful. I walked forward. “Winnie was right, I shouldn’t be snacking in the office. From today onwards, I will adhere to the company rules very strictly!

Then, almost giddy, he added, "ATTA without Aria is nothing more than a declawed tiger—soft as a kitten. Push the acquisition paperwork forward. And make the calls we need. I want everything airtight." "Yes, sir." The assistant bowed his head but reminded him, "Don't forget tonight's dinner meeting." Pete smirked. "Of course I'll go. In a few weeks, ATTA will be nothing but dust, and we'll be the most powerful force in New York. You think I'd miss the chance to smile for the cameras?" The assistant, realizing his job was done, started to leave—only for Pete's voice to stop him. "Pull everyone back from the house. They're useless. Waste of resources." Pete waved a hand dismissively. "Focus on

“You might want to prepare yourself for a storm.” I shoot him a glare as I stand, smoothing my skirt with trembling hands. “Thanks for the pep talk, Brand. Really inspiring.” “Anytime,” he says with a wink. “Stupid!” He chuckles, and as I pass him on my way out, he adds, “Good luck, though. You might need it.” “Fuck you.” I mutter a curse under my breath as I head to my boss’s office, my stomach churning with nerves. As soon as I step into Mr. Pete’s office, I feel the tension like a slap to the face. He stands abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor, and his face is flushed a shade of red that would make a tomato proud.