Your Office Obsession Name Novels & Stories

I walked out of his office and slammed the door loudly. I saw a door right in front of his office and I hummed. I think this is my office. I walked towards it and pushed my way inside. "Wow." I mouthed as I looked round the beautiful office. There is even a coffee maker in here. Dope! I trialed my hand on the brown desk. It looked so beautiful. I sat down on the chair and I hummed as I swerved right and left.. "Arietta Blake, secretary of Mr.Grande, CEO of Grande Corps." I said with a grin.

I went to the senior oracle's tent. No matter what happened, the oracles of a pack wouldn't leave their tents. They would live separately from the other wolves. "Isabella," the old woman sitting in front of me called my name. She was the oldest oracle in our pack. Even after aging for more than 100 years, her eyes were still clear. A spark of intellectuality was shining through them. "Ella. Ella is fine," I said politely. "Sure, Ella. So you might know that you were living in the royal valley because of your father's status don't you? " she asked calmly.

It’s starting to become an obsession. I greet several employees on my way to the lift. I feel still relaxed from lunch. Linda, my secretary, greets me as I exit the lift. “Hi Linda, how was your lunch?” “Ummm yes, fine thank you Sir, I just had my usual sandwich in the park, but that was a while ago now Sir, would you like me to get you something with a tea or coffee?” “Oh no Linda, I’m stuffed, I’ve been at lunch this whole time. Ms Davies was chatty and good company”

Alora asked. “Pass it!.” He told her and she handed over her laptop to him. Zemia read through, then looked up at Alora. “What’s the name of the company?!.” He asked. “It’s right there!.” She told him and he looked down at the laptop though she told him anyway. “Crayon skincare company!.” “I have heard of them!.” Zemia replied. “I know a few people who work there. I will contact my lawyer and then also them!.”

Or am I taking interest in her because she's playing hard to get? I did hear that men tend to like women who play hard to get. I can't help but notice that I'm sometimes extra soft with her, and apart from Hera, she's the second girl I've shown that side to. I'm trying to continue my work in my office but I keep thinking about her bare legs and her lips. “Ah fuck, I can't.” I cursed as I packed the documents and placed them in my drawer and walked out of my office. Let me just sleep, maybe that would work.

"Why have you come? I'm busy." "I came to see you... Do I need a reason to visit your office?" she complained, disconcerted. Then, she noticed the presence of the young secretary and shot her a penetrating look for her to leave, but she did not obey. "Dismissed." The young secretary simply adjusted her glasses, observing her boss whose eyes were fixed on the computer screen. She only followed his orders and was not going to obey another employee in the factory. "You can leave, Luna," the man finally told her, sighing. "Come back when I ask for you."

Once I got into my office , which had been neatly arranged by my pa , I smiled as I looked at the office that both Tristan and I both shared and right now it was divers with a glass . From my part , I could see whatever was going on in his and he made it so . I knew he wanted me to see what he was going to be doing with Lelia but I don’t care . ****** Lelia burst into my office without knocking , her eyes were bloodshot , it showed how angry she was . The top she wore was slightly open and the perfume that laced over her was that of my ex husband. She wanted to get on my nerves . I had been waiting for her and she did arrive .

Damian’s POV The click of my pen echoed in the quiet, sterile air of my office, a steady rhythm to match the chaos thrumming in my brain. My office looked like it belonged to a man in control—sleek lines, polished surfaces, and floor-to-ceiling windows with a skyline view that boasted dominance. But inside me, there was tension—raw and knotted. Today’s board meeting loomed like a storm cloud. Reports, projections, potential leaks—it all felt combustible.

Chapter 37 Maximus' POV The office was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers as I worked through another stack of tedious documents. The scent of aged leather and cedar lingered in the room, grounding me as the weight of responsibility pressed down on my shoulders. This rhythm had become my life—day in and day out, managing the endless intricacies of leading the pack. There was a time when I approached this work enthusiastically, each task a stepping stone to proving myself as Alpha. But nearly a century of leadership had eroded that initial spark, replacing it with the unrelenting grind of obligation. Now, it wasn't passion that kept me at this desk; it was duty, pure and simple.