Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

"Everything is fine, Mom. I'm doing homework, and the kitchen hasn't exploded yet." .Can you please check with Austin what that final instruction is and call me back right away?" I sighed internally. The office was on the first floor. "Sure, Mom. Give me about ten minutes to find Austin and the file, and I'll call you back. Have fun!" I hung up and instantly felt a knot in my stomach. I had to talk to him. I had to break the silent treatment. I walked down the stairs, trying to look business-like. I glanced into the living room, empty. I checked Austin’s old room, now Beth's room, Beth was inside on her laptop, the door slightly ajar.

I stood outside his office door for exactly two seconds my version of a deep breath and pushed it open. He was already there. Of course he was. Ethan Cole sat behind his desk like a machine someone had switched to Intense Mode and forgotten to turn off. Sleeves rolled up to the forearms. Spine so straight it made my back hurt just looking at it. Fingers moving across his keyboard like each email had personally wronged him and he was issuing consequences. He didn't look up. "You're late." I checked the clock on the wall. "Sir, it's 8:01."

he whispered. "Oh my God... Cathe stood before he even sat down. "Tony?" Her voice trembled. "Why are the kids not with you? What happened?. Tony swallowed hard. He looked shaken. "Cathe...you need to sit." "No— I want to know. Where are they?" Tony forced the words out. They left with Smith. She frowned. "Smith? Who is that? Which Smith?" Tony stared at her. "The Smith, Cathe." He paused. "The billionaire. CEO of Hales company. I also heard he is the owner of this place."

The following weeks, I was buried in mountains and loads of work, and I couldn’t even spare the time to talk to Noah or my best friend Dawn, paperwork upon paperwork, you’ll think I was an intern. “Amelia my office, now” Mr Theo my boss said entering my office. This can’t be good. I rushed with my tablet in hand to his office hoping to God something didn’t go bad I entered his office wing sweaty palms and my heart pounding “Please sit” he gestured

Daniel's POV The office was silent, save for the rhythmic, low hum of the servers processing the millions of data points I’d ordered extracted. It was a sound I’d grown to appreciate—the sound of an empire functioning with the precise, cold heartbeat of a machine. I sat behind my massive obsidian desk, the glass expanse of my view overlooking Manhattan, a sprawling kingdom of steel and glass that bowed to the weight of my name. My focus, however, remained entirely on the tablet in my hand, where the digital architecture of a man’s life was being dismantled in real-time.

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.

The sunlight filters through sheer, neutral-toned curtains, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Noah's desk was the centerpiece of the office. It's a large, polished mahogany piece that exudes authority and sophistication. The desk was impeccably organized, with a high-end computer setup, a leather-bound planner, and a few carefully selected personal items: a framed photo of his family, a small succulent plant, and a sleek, modern desk lamp. Despite his perfectionist tendencies, Noah's workspace feels personal and inviting.

They continues teasing me about how we are definitely gonna have sex over and over again in the office. Well no one is gonna use anything against me and I don't care if it gets to the ears of other people in the office. Afterall, we are still their boss and speaking of being a boss; I don't wanna work in the office as an ordinary secretary anymore but the CEO's wife. * * ****

he says boldly " God the guy never fails to brag,must he just tell me about him being famous ? I think to myself as I sit down on the couch in the office. I take time to admire the office,it's so magnificent,the wall planner,the swivel chair,the all is painted sky blue, everything in this office screams money. He places a call and talks to someone whom I only catch her name later , Amanda,she's one of the interviewers from yesterday. After a few minutes walks in and greets us.

His office, I suppose. Just wow! The sparkling, clean black terrazzo floor rhymes perfectly with the grey-painted wall of this hall of an office. It's huge, neatly clean, and arranged. Nothing is out of place, and dear, he even has a walk-in closet in his office? My, my! I should ask him to squeeze me somewhere here and be his officemate. Gia Wilsons and Deep Moore Azzua are sharing an office, huh? I will do everything wrong in this office, except ogling him, so forget it! What will I even do with the space? Turn it into a studio. Naah!