Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk. She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar. Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see. I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?” “Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.” Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.

"Get used to it. And I forgot to ask. Now that Kartik is gone. Are you gonna join my office or not???" "Well, I would think about it. But why would I join yours??? I don't have any experience working there." "Oh come on. I am not asking you to join to work." "Oh, that's interesting. Why do you need me then???" "Just to stay with me in the office. I will be entertaining you and you would be..." He got closer to me "I would be??? What???" "My entrainment baby." I smiled at his naughty thoughts. "Don't be so optimistic. I am gonna take a break from work. At least I should be enjoying my billionaire husband's wealth???"

"Why do you want to see my grandma?" "It's just a simple visit," Zachary answered plainly. Joey pursed her lips. She was getting impatient. "I already told you her business was none of your concern." "And that's your opinion." Zachary then walked past Joey. He was tyrannical, as usual. Joey could only follow behind him angrily. As they boarded the elevator inside the office building, Zachary asked out of the blue, "Monica lives with you at the office?" "She works as a chef here. Selena thinks it's more convenient if she lives in the office too," Joey said matter-of-factly.

“Okay let me get this straight, you mean you can’t…” “What’s your name please” Heather interrupted the lady. “It’s Sophia” she said and smiled weirdly. “Sophia I know how this sounds but trust me, I am not interested in any co-company stuff” “I have my own company in Russia and I can’t abandon it or my sweats in it in order to become part of yours or your brother’s” Heather said to her and the driver stared at her through the rear mirror.

“No one else has visited me before, so who am I to say ‘no,’ Mr. Moore?” CEO Moore chuckled and looked around. The office reeked of male aesthetics as if a man owned the place instead. The scent of the non-floral yet expensive perfume also threw CEO Moore off. “…Delta, your office doesn’t seem to be of your taste…” Delta turned around and smiled. “What do you mean, Mr. Moore? This faction is still under Wolfram’s name. Of course, the office will reflect a man’s presence.”

And I was like a silly cockroach accepting orders from everyone who passed me through the corridors. With a moan of frustration, I noticed that only an hour had passed, and the agitation throughout the office became even more remarkable. Everyone wanted to leave their desk very clean, and without any trace of mess in their sectors, because they really thought that the boss's son would be passing through each floor to ascertain the efficiency of their employees.

I stepped in. The office was spacious, with a monochrome of white and grey. A glass floor-to-ceiling wall overlooking the courtyard. There was even a plant near the window, minimalistic and elegant, just how I liked it. My nameplate was already fixed on the door. Jeffrey C. Co-Manager I turned slowly, soaking it all in. My own office. My own secretary. My damn name on a door. This felt real. I guess the contract between both families is starting to take effect.

Damian's POV The office is a living thing by nine o’clock: a web of quietly desperate ambition knotted between the glass walls and the matte-black marble floors. I can feel it before I see it, just as I feel the thread of Ava at my side—her steady footfalls, the small stack of folders pressed to her chest—both a ward and a weapon.

The centerpiece of an office I had designed with my blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. Scott’s Insurance Limited stood at the very top of the city. My office sat at the highest floor, a symbol of everything I had built, everything I had fought for. The view stretched endlessly, towering over the skyline. Black-and-gold accents filled the space, sleek leather chairs, and bookshelves stacked with more than just financial reports—pieces of my past, reminders of where I came from and where I refused to return. I leaned against the edge of my desk, leveling a gaze at Anika. "I don’t remember agreeing to breakfast."

He probably figured I’d always be there to bail him out, so things started getting weird six months later. It started with him using overtime as an excuse to keep me in the office until late at night. He’d bring me coffee, but it was always sickly sweet, exactly the way I hate it. Eventually, he announced my promotion to the role of executive assistant at a weekly briefing. The role was his way of keeping me by his side constantly.