Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

he says. His office is exactly what it should be. A single desk in the middle of the room and two chairs facing opposite each other on either side of the mahogany. There are no personal photos like old men with families, and no clutter on his desk either. Very organized and neat, to the point of looking like a place where a person with OCD occupies. He sits and gestures for me to sit as well, which I do. He opens an empty folder. “So,” he says mildly, “you were referred.”

I said as the elevator doors whispered closed in her face before she uttered any disagreeable word. I turned back towards Morris's office, which wasn't far from mine. The only places I hadn't entered in the company were the production unit, which was underground, Morris's office, which he wouldn't let me linger even at the door and Dante's office, which was the whole top floor. I don't think anyone has dared cross the latter ever since the incident…

Remmy said in a low tone as they walked towards the entrance. “Well, he's already my appointed secretary. Gotta let him know what I'm about before we get to some actual work,” he replied flatly, his eyes back on his phone again. “Okay, mister future CEO,” Julian chimed in. “Sure, Kim and Mister Congressman sir,” Vegas smirked as an employee held the door open for them. “Ha, isn’t it my most dashing clients?” A man in a white shirt and designer pants walked towards them, smiling.

“So how am I supposed to write now? My laptop’s at the apartment.” He placed a hand on my head and ruffled my hair. I glared at him. “Are you satisfied now?” I snapped. Instead of answering, he kissed my cheek quickly and walked into one of the rooms. “I am satisfied… as long as I’m with you.” I shook my head. Typical. Men like him always had sweet words ready. But when I stepped inside his office— I froze. It was beautiful. Minimalist. Black and white. Simple—but elegant. And the ceiling…

an old lady walked out for my room glaring at him angrily. " Nanny Emmanuel! It wasn't my fault that I stayed up late. I had a lot of work to do at the company that I couldn't even give Cheng so it's not my fault that I had to stay up late. I had to finish all my work because we have a promotion in a week time and the presentations and everything I have to look into it and make sure that everything is perfect. It's not easy for me to be the CEO of a renowned company" he explained.

After her usual morning gossip routine, Anna refreshed herself, mentally bracing for the inevitable office chaos. Papers piled high, phones ringing off the hook, and endless meetings filled her days. The constant demands seemed to run in an unbreakable loop, often ending with her rushing to the nearby coffee shop to fuel her through the madness. Somehow, her boss, Mr. Faiz, had an insatiable obsession with coffee. To him, it wasn’t just a drink; it was the very lifeblood of his day. The rich aroma was his daily anchor, grounding him amidst the whirlwind of his busy schedule.

Jane is starting to like this company, not only because of the building but if she looks at everyone working with their cool heads she hasn't seen any deviations, yeah but still she has to be alert because conspiracy within the company is very easy to happen and even then it's not right in front of our eyes but right behind us . In this room, Jane also has a sofa set, probably for reception purposes. The CEO's office with a light and soft feel combined with the furniture that harmonizes with this office space but of course with her, Jane nodded as she touched a glass case containing thing that sat on her office desk, it seemed like the first product created by her father that sold well and w

"I don't take betrayal lightly." With that, he stood up, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a sleek black business card and handed it to her. "Call me when you have the money. One week, hija. That's all the time I can spare you." Jessa numbly accepted the card. It was glossy and black, with his name written in elegant gold lettering. Guiller Moretti CEO-President of Black Enterprise His contact number and address were also listed. Her lips curled into a bitter smirk when she noticed something absurd—he even had an official F******k page.

"Good. Mr. Ijaz office is on 27th floor. The floor comprise of the rooms of the five important officers of company along with the CEO, Mr. Shehryaar Haider Syed," "Ok," "So let's show you your office," Rafay said, and led her towards the elevator as they both got in and he pressed the button, 27. "What was your name?" Rafay asked her, once they were alone. "Sheharzaad...Sheharzaad Qureshi," "Nice name," She didn't answer him. She found his compliment unnecessary. "Why have you people specifically called me. Even my interview wasn't conducted," She asked.

He smiled before moving to the table and sitting on the chair. "You're in my office." My eyes moved to the office name tag sitting pretty on the desk with the words. MR. JARVIS- CEO written in full. I knew it, I felt it, today was not my day.