The Secretary Novels & Stories

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.

"Sir,* my secretary squeaked, pushing the door open, clutching even more files in her hand. "Yes?"I roll my eyes, unable to conceal my irritation. "I am sorry to intrude," she trails off, craning her neck to take a proper look at the files, "but I have noticed that you have been absent minded and withdrawn off late," "Why?" I snort, " Are you my nanny or my secretary?" "I--- I just pointed it out," she stuttered, shaking like a leaf in winter,. " because it is affecting company turnover," "Whose company is this?"

She probably saw me through the camera. “I’m Mr. Giovanni’s secretary,” I answered. A few seconds passed by before she decided to open the door. “Secretary? You? As far as I know, Greyson doesn’t hire just anyone to be his secretary. And as of the record, all of the applicants who attempted to be his secretary all failed since he disliked all of them,” she said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

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?”

I said, giving him the address to my next meeting. The door shut with a solid thump, and we eased away from the curb. I stared out the window, watching the glass-and-steel towers slide past, but my head wasn’t in the skyline. Tony’s voice clung to me like smoke. How could you not know who your secretary really is? It was ridiculous. I did know her. She was Christiana. Efficient, self-contained, whip-smart, with a way of looking at me that made it feel like she is the only woman in the world.

“Yes, yes! I go in there every day to report on my work! I even placed those documents on that desk!” “The files beside it are mine!” The room erupted in a cacophony of voices. Winika froze. As Zoran’s secretary, she naturally recognized his office.

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.”

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Vivian immediately turned around and looked at Hellena with eyes filled with arrogance and contempt. "Good afternoon, Secretary Crawley," Vivian greeted in a deliberately loud voice, breaking the awkward silence throughout the room. "So this is the work ethic of Kael's most trusted secretary? Arriving at eleven in the morning without the slightest sense of guilt? If I were Kael, I would've fired such an undisciplined employee already." Hellena straightened her lilac dress, trying to regain control of her emotions and put her professional mask back on. "Good afternoon, Miss Wheeler. My tardiness has already been reported and approved directly by Mr. Kael.

And there was a stream of seats that served as a waiting spot for visitors. The Secretary stood up to greet them. She was tall and pretty but not as tall as Suzy and looked to be in her mid twenties. She was a red head, dressed in black trouser suit with her face covered in minimal makeup. She could also pass for a model just like most of the people she had come across in Men’s Aura. Nobody seemed to want to stay fat anymore. Inara guessed the Secretary had taken over Suzy’s job. She would have wondered if she was doubling as a mistress too like Suzy had been but she knew that Lemuel was faithful even though he didn’t have to be

Nathan was still standing when the image of the secretary returned to his mind. Not the current one. The demand. “Keep my secretary. There is no one better suited for the position.” His father’s voice echoed in his head like an order he refused to accept without question. Harry Albuquerque was not a man of emotional requests. If he said that, there was a reason. And that alone was dangerous. Nathan sat slowly behind the desk. Opened the drawer and retrieved the employee file he had requested earlier that morning. Hanna Roshe. • Four years with the company