Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

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."

The sound of ringing phones, discussions in meeting rooms, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, creating an ambiance of productivity and collaboration. Amanda's office was a testament to her success and affluence, reflecting the opulence befitting a billion-dollar company. The spacious room exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, adorned with tasteful artwork, plush furniture, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered panoramic views of the city skyline.

his deep voice seems demanding yet overpowering. I open the door and step inside, walking towards his desk slowly as I look around. The office has stayed the same; everything is in place and clean through and through. Odin's office space is more extensive than most because he's the boss. It's a vast space with window walls that curve where you can see most of Los Angeles. On the walls are paintings he had purchased or were gifted to him from friends, but now they are taken down and replaced with pictures of his family, smiling and happy. This office no longer intimidates them whenever they enter. Now it's lively. His office back in London is different from this. His office is a mess in Londo

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.

She likes her work and she doesn't joke with it, that is why she is at her wit's end right now. "Miss Diane, these are the documents from Mr Ezekiel". The secretary came in with another pile of work. Increasing her work load. " Okay, drop it on my desk. I will check it when I get back".Diane said to the woman before hurrying out of the office. Her anger is slowly turning into fear, what if something was wrong with him?. What if he has been in an accident?. Series of questions roamed her mind as she was thinking of random possibilities.

It made her wonder if it was time to destroy the peace she’d gained over the weekend by looking at Andrew’s posts in case there was something she had to protect herself from. When she walked into the office, everyone stopped. Everyone. Elizabeth was the only one to greet her, and that in itself was odd, but the receptionist also offered to bring her a cup of coffee. Like she was sucking up. What on earth was happening here? She quickly walked down to her office, ignoring everyone along the way. Some people had looks of disgust on their faces. Others had envy. By the time she closed her office door, she had already decided to find out what that vile ex-husband of hers had done.

"None of that... I'm just going out for a moment with Sotomayor." "Again? Lately, you've been spending a lot of time with Sotomayor..." "It's not what you're imagining; I told you I don't want anything with her." "You know, Yuki, the other day I was reading an article about attraction-based relationships, and specifically, I read about the office syndrome: if you spend a lot of time working with the same person, you end up falling in love with that person... Well, you live with Sotomayor, you come to the office with Sotomayor, you have lunch with Sotomayor... Could it be that...?"

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.

I cried out as he resumed his movements, rougher this time—but oh, so satisfying. Yohan's movements against my back became faster and more intense, and my moans grew louder. I didn't care if anyone heard us now; all I could think about was how much I enjoyed what my husband and I were doing in my office. Damn! We were having sex in my goddamn office—during working hours! While the employees of this company were busy with their tasks, the CEO and the COO were engaged in a very different kind of work—one that was far more exhilarating.

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. * * ****