Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

Alisa - Stryga Inc, her office Before entering my office, I stroll down a short hallway and pass my assistant’s desk. Official-looking diplomas and the like hang on the wall behind her. I catch a glimpse of F* reflected in one of them as she turns off her tablet and looks up at me. Does anyone even consider this company an actual workplace? Every employee is a glorified receptionist, and most of them dawdle their time away in front of their computers without doing any real work. When did I become the most diligent person around?

Without wasting time, Laura instructed Catherine to take the guest to her office. As soon as Olivia entered Laura's office, she was greeted with a warm smile. "Welcome to Laura's beauty plaza." Laura was delighted to see her, knowing that Olivia was the daughter of Sinclair Amore, one of the wealthiest businessmen in the city. Laura introduced herself and welcomed Olivia to 'Laura's Beauty Plaza.' Olivia wasted no time and told Laura about her upcoming wedding and the need for a professional makeup artist. She was recommended by a friend who had witnessed Laura's professionalism. Laura was pleased to hear that and promised to make Olivia's big day special with their makeup skills.

The sound of ringing phones, discussions in meeting rooms, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, creating an ambiance of productivity and collaboration. Amanda's office was a testament to her success and affluence, reflecting the opulence befitting a billion-dollar company. The spacious room exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, adorned with tasteful artwork, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic views of the city skyline.

He really likes to be the center of attention, even when he's not doing anything, he has become the center of awareness itself. He had just finished a meeting with a businessman from another country, he was now in a restaurant in this hotel. The large tall buildings made him wholly uneasy. “Mr. Lucius, here is today's report on the crash in the Anderson family stock. Their new business has also experienced heavy inflation.” Abriel provides a report that is in a tab. “Some of my enemies are trying to get close to him, right?”

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.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec