Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

The kind of furniture that costs more than my annual salary. We pass offices with names I recognize from company emails. Sebastian Brown, COO. An empty office with "Chief Technology Officer" on the nameplate. A massive conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a view of the entire city. And then we stop. Double doors at the end of the corridor. Dark wood, with no nameplate. But they don't need one. This is the CEO's office. My mouth goes dry. My palms are sweating. I want to run.

I stepped into his office, and just like he had said, I made no move to touch anything, I even tried my best not to let my body touch the objects and furnitures in his office, as he had said, everything in there looked so expensive. From the whole wool sofa chair which was at one side of the office, to the table, and also the big smart TV, one could tell that they were expensive even without being told. I looked at his table and there was a customized board with his name on it. "Alexander Stones," I read to myself softly, his name was Alexander. I followed behind him till he got to his table, he took his seat and stared at me for minutes. His stare was so intense and intimidating that I had

I kept repeating I’m fine until I almost believed myself. But the name kept catching somewhere in my chest anyway. Vasquez. Every time I thought about it, something in me tightened again. I’d googled it once on Saturday, told myself it was harmless curiosity, then slammed the tab shut when the results looked too important. I’d closed the tab immediately after that. Smart, end of story. The office was the usual Monday chaos — Maya waving from accounts, the printer jammed again, my manager’s 8:54 “quick sync” that was never quick. I sat at my desk, opened the backlog, and tried to disappear into the routine.

Max said, frowning, deeply offended, “I’m not done working yet.” “They usually like playing at the office, Boss. At our office too, right?” From behind one of the cubicles, one of my analysts, Mia, lifted her head from her laptop. Yes, at our office. My office. The space I built myself. Safe ground. A place that did not include Zachary De Sanctis standing five steps behind my children. “This is someone else’s office,” I said quietly, still looking at the twins. “Not a house. Not a daycare. And definitely not a playground.”

My name was well pronounced in the office, even without the name on the desk you'd know the office was mine. The huge white office desk was in the middle of the very large spacious and equiped office. Just the way I like it, my new office was spotless and had my pictures hung on the wall. Mom and dad's picture was there too, I smiled. Yes that satisfactory smile. The title and role I bared still gave me goose bump all over my body, the board of directors undoubtedly had great intentions picking me as the new "Chief Executive Officer, CEO.

-Ace – I checked the time on my watch and tapped my finger on it impatiently. I have a meeting booked today with the Stanleys. I sighed, staring at the large office. It’s my home office, the place it all began before I was given the title of CEO, although no one would believe that. Everyone thinks I put my old man and siblings in coma just to be number one. I did nothing to clear the rumours because it could be true. A smile formed on my face. My cruel nature makes me feared and I love it.

How did other women do it? Steele Enterprises was the umbrella company for several of Mr Steele’s businesses—construction, security, technology, and financial services. The whole building was overkill. Glass and steel, rising above all the other buildings, and one of London's finest pieces of architecture. She hated it. It screamed ‘pretentious’, just like the man who owned it. Being his Executive Assistant required many skills, and most people hired before her had not been able to keep up. There were a lot of sacrifices involved, like being the first to arrive and the last to leave.

"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.

I waved them off and escape to my office, closing the door behind me. The space was a modern minimalist design, a standing desk I never actually used for standing, and exactly three personal items: a photo of my parents during their anniversary last year, my college diploma, and a coffee mug that said “World’s Okayest Boss” that Mayowa gave me as a joke. I sank into my leather chair and pulled out my phone, there was a text from Lexi: ‘Second day at work.’ She attached a frustrated look emoji to the text and my heart tightened. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face as I typed back: