Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

** Spencer ** I relax inside the walls of the magnificent office, which is decorated to my taste. There is a glass demarcation with the other small space being carved out as my personal assistant’s office. Even with the sharing of space, I am satisfied with the size of my own office. This proves how much progressive my company has made over the years of my absence. I sighed in relief that things were turning out well for me in the business industry, but the untold shadows of my past were lurking around my mind. I can feel it.

The office had a calm feeling, papers on desks, the sound of keyboards clicking, and the faint smell of coffee and a polished floor. A few other people were working quietly too, pens scratched against paper, a laptop fan whirred, and somewhere behind me a chair squeaked every time someone shifted. I watched the clock on the wall, seeing its second hand jerk forward, stuck, then jerked again, like it wasn’t too sure if it wanted to keep going. Minutes passed slowly, each one stretching longer than the last. I tried to use the time to rehearse my answers again. “This needs to be perfect.”

It was a safe haven of sorts from the chaos in the hallways. Feeling frazzled and overwhelmed with everything going on in my love life, I reorganized my office. I knew it was a desperate attempt to quiet the storm raging inside me, but I didn’t care. Being able to control my environment helped. It helped me ignore the way Andrew was pushing me aside, and it helped me forget about how my friends felt about him. They were worried about me. I never wanted them to have to worry. Cleaning my office only consumed about an hour of my time. I was a tidy person, so there wasn’t much to clean. I put my hands on my hips and looked around just to make sure I wasn’t missing something. Then there was a kn

He laughed, enjoying himself with the memories as he pulled out of the driveway. “He said he'd have my head on a platter if I ever miss driving you to work and back. I don't want to cross the man.” His words came as a surprise, but I wasn't about to relish the idea of the man I met last night being anything but caring and good. “I need you to take me somewhere first.” I changed the topic, monitoring my phone closely. I spent the rest of the day in my office, reading what was left of the document Gina sent me while I jotted down every change that needed to be implemented and the issues that must be addressed if the company was to move forward and not stay where Morris had left it.

"Trust me, the shows are boring ones. The content is useless. As a public, I don't watch either." "My grandfather owns and operates the company. So, I assumed, employees would be active." "But, believe me, employees are the worst." " I don't want to pass judgement on them during our first meeting. However, when I arrived at the office, there was no one working." "Some were sleeping, while others were playing video games." I said everything in one breath before inhaling and exhaling my breath. "Last but not least, the girls have turned the office into a beauty parlour!" A groan escaped out of my mouth.

I had become consumed by this one-sided obsession, and it was eating me alive. One morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual. It was still quiet, the faint buzz of the lights in the ceiling the only noise. I needed space, away from the hum of my mind, away from the weight of my thoughts. But it didn’t take long before the silence was shattered by the sharp click of Mr. Andrews' office door opening.

His office smelled like him: sandalwood, coffee, and danger. I’d rehearsed this conversation a hundred times since Friday. I had scripts for apology, scripts for denial, and scripts for professional detachment. None of them prepared me for the reality of standing in the predator’s den. The office was a testament to the man who built it—intimidating, expansive, and unexpectedly personal. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a god’s-eye view of Manhattan, bathing the room in harsh morning light. The furniture was sleek, minimalist obsidian and leather, shouting corporate power.

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.

"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."

I wanted to ask her what she was scared of, but I just walked away. Luca's POV, I heard a tap on my office door. Dawson and I were going over some hits that always lead to nothing. "Come in," I yelled out. "Boss, I'm sorry to disturb you, but this letter came for you today." I nodded and he walked in and handed me over the envelope. "Thank you," I said and the man left. Dawson walked over to me. "What is it?" He asked. "I have no idea, there is no name or a return address."