Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

|Ever| For the umpteenth time, I cast a disgusted look around my office, then back to my desk. Oh! Things I ache to do to that bastard, Thomas! A devious smile curls on my lips I try not to glance at the dusty towering cabinets of years-old files and cobwebs around me, but they aren't hard to miss. Sighing, I slide the stack of files to one side, open my laptop, and type hurriedly until a list of DIY videos about office decor pops up.

I said bored and hurried into my office Little by little, I will become a skeleton because of my work At first I really wanted this job but now I regret my decision Office Manager That's the one hanging on the door of my office but when you go inside it looks like a kitchen because of the dirt "Jela, please call the janitor why hasn't the inside of my office been cleaned yet" I shouted and sat down on the swivel chair Jela's head pops up on my door"a-ah, ma'am, the janitor hasn't finished cleaning the storage room---- ahh, your office is even dirtier than the storage room, okay, I'll call him I'll be right back" she answered and left

Emma dusted her nose with a frantic movement, swiftly scanning the room for as though there could be more somewhere in her office. The contents of the nylon weighed heavily on her as she stared at it, the sleek office now feeling increasingly suffocating. The once neatly arranged papers on the desk, the chairs, the walls, the entire office now seemed to be mocking her, almost as if they knew her new found secret.

The office is suffocating in the way all offices are—sterile, cold, and drowning in the scent of paper and cheap coffee. I can practically hear the groan of overworked printers and the shuffle of documents being pushed around just for the sake of looking busy. Carlos sits at his desk, watching me like I might burst into flames at any second. His fingers drum lazily against the mahogany surface, his sharp eyes flickering between the clock and me, like he’s waiting for the inevitable moment I throw my hands up and say, Screw this, I’m just a whore after all. Yeah, not happening.

His minimalistic outlook in life is so boring that I don't even bother searching fully. The next office is my precious parents office. They are so cringe that they chose to literally chose to be roommates even at work. On top of mom's table there is a paper detailing all the plans for Kimberly and Christopher's inauguration day celebration a week and half from now. I decide to take a picture of it for future reference. Finding nothing else worth while I move to the office that has me boiling with rage.

It was a regular Tuesday in the office—or as “regular” as a place like Goldberg & Associates could ever be. Phones shrilled like toddlers throwing tantrums, coffee fumes clung to the air like a curse, and the endless shuffle of files sounded less like productivity and more like an off-key orchestra of my pure misery. If someone bottled this chaos and sold it, it’d be labeled Corporate Hell No. 5.

(James’ POV) Work has this unique quality; it’s a realm where everything else fades away. No messy personal dramas, no surprise shifts in living arrangements, and certainly none of the ghosts of relationships past that sternly refuse to stay in the past. Just clean lines, blueprints, and the satisfaction of creating something tangible. The office was buzzing with the usual energy—keyboards tapping, phones ringing, and the quiet hum of voices deep in conversation. Or at least, that’s how it was meant to be.

Alexander was different here—colder, sharper, completely in control. I watched as he gave orders without hesitation, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. It was terrifying. But it was also... impressive. "What are in those crates?" "What do you think they are?" He opened what seem to be an office using his fingerprints. The office looked like a normal office, like a CEO's office, with a large mahogany desk that had a system and couple of papers. I had known from Roman that Alex had a near OCD syndrome. He hated cluster places and this office was a testament that he truly does.

we were a dangerous team. And the sex was amazing! I held up my end of the bargain, every f*cking day. I would suck him off when he was under pressure. I would be there for him when the stress was getting too much to bear, bending over his desk and letting him take out his stress on my hot body. And when I was in need, I would stroll right in there, get on his desk, spread my legs, and beckon him forward. I would interrupt his important phone calls to make him eat me out, showing him where his true priorities lied. I would get on my knees, point my butt at him, and pull apart the cheeks, making his mouth water as he stared at my tasty a**hole, waiting for him to act. I would sit on his lap,

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.