Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

The hum of the office around Emma seemed distant as the workday came to a close. Christopher had been in and out of his office all day, exchanging a few glances with her but never fully talking to after he had dropped the bombshell on her earlier on. Emma had grown used to his intensity and unpredictability, but today, it was different. The weight of his presence seemed heavier, pressing down on her shoulders even as the clock ticked closer to the end of her shift. Her fingers hovered over her keyboard, but the words just wouldn’t come. She felt the quiet tension from across the room like a thread pulling her attention toward his office as she took another subtle glance at the door.

She gives me a curt nod before turning on her heels, leaving me to face my ill fate alone. I inhale sharply through my nostrils, bracing myself as I push the doors open. I enter the office with careful steps, feeling a wave of calmness wash over me as I took in the air suffused with the intoxicating aroma of cinnamon, making me forget about my nerves for a brief moment. The office screamed of wealth, sophistication, and luxury. The walls, adorned with framed fashion sketches and top magazine covers, exude creativity and elegance. Gleaming marble floors stretch out beneath my feet, leading towards a grandiose desk crafted from polished ebony, adorned with gold accents. Behind it, a high-backe

He probably figured I’d always be there to bail him out, so things started getting weird six months later. It started with him using overtime as an excuse to keep me in the office until late at night. He’d bring me coffee, but it was always sickly sweet, exactly the way I hate it. Eventually, he announced my promotion to the role of executive assistant at a weekly briefing. The role was his way of keeping me by his side constantly.

"Noon. My office." Marcus's office at noon has the quality it had the first time I came here, the top floor and the floor-to-ceiling windows and the city spread out below in the way that says this belongs to me, and Marcus is seated this time, which is different, the authority established through stillness rather than positioning. He slides a script across the desk before I sit down. I sit down. I pick it up. The project is called Obsession, which is the kind of title that tells you something about the project's intentions. I flip to the character breakdown.

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.

"That company is targeting me. Everything in that place is targeting me. I'm not going back tomorrow. If I stay there any longer, I'll die." After calming me down, Adam tried to persuade me, just like he had in my previous life. "How could office equipment target you? Machines aren't alive. There's no such thing as something that evil. You must be stressed from job hunting. "Besides, your company has great benefits. You're making almost 60 thousand dollars a year before benefits, with weekends off and paid leave. "Be good. Give it a few days, and you'll adapt." I shook my head violently. "No. It is real. Please believe me. Look at my hand. The coffee machine burned me on purpose."

“When he told her to leave him alone and stay away from his woman? I mean… wow! That man could literally kill with his eyes.” A laugh snorted out of someone nearby. “I know, right? His woman—that line alone deserves an award for Best Office Drama of the Year.” The entire room seemed to talk—though, of course, not literally—with gossip energy. Everyone leaned a little closer, whispered a little louder, eyes sparkling with mischief, suspicion, or curiosity. I half-wondered if I should just start taking notes, like a journalist documenting the office hysteria. “And imagine,” someone said, voice tinged with mock horror, “if she tries to get work done while all this is happening? I couldn’t! I’d

“Do you want to have the same fate as the boss?” Esther dragged Cerise’s hand to her desk. She wanted to continue their small talks about their newly findings. Reading various comments in the group for the company’s employees, Qeiza felt the chair where she was sitting hot. Repeatedly she changed her sitting positions. She was uncomfortable being a trending topic in her own office. [Why? You mind if I spread out the news about our engagement?] Qeiza turned her head to Chin Hwa’s office. He smiled at her. He was still holding his phone in his hands. Qeiza wasn’t aware that Chin Hwa observed her restlessness.

Instagram: @giftodulesi. I love you guys a lot. Leave a nice five-star rating, please😘 -------------------- This exertion I was experiencing was driving the hell out of my knuckles, typing furiously on my office laptop, working for some asshole as his secretary really wasted my whole time. I was constantly giving my work an irrelevant emphasis. I decided to take a break, rested my head on the black leather chair I was sitting on, at the end, close to the glass wall of my rectangular office, painted in an exorbitant white paint, with a black theme that completely correlates with my black office chair and extortionate Spanish glass table with other beautiful extras that are necessary in a sec

The minute he found out about her plan to escape, he went insane and stormed out of his office. Flashback Damien was attending his meeting online in his office. He was facing the laptop and talking with his business partners and associates. The meeting ended successfully and he sighed resting on his chair. The meeting was a long one. His mind suddenly remembered her. A loving and genuine smile appeared on his lips. He wanted to go home and meet her. He felt like her husband returning into her arms after a long day at work. He grabbed his tablet and turned it on. He had installed hidden cameras in her room. He was initially against it but still did it as a precaution to protect her from afar.