Your Office Obsession Novels & Stories

Overall, the office exuded an air of calm and competence, with every detail thoughtfully curated to inspire productivity and success, That is how he want to think of it, the truth is he never had a specific idea of how he wanted his office to look, he just stumbled on it and started working, one can guarantee that if the office was decorated another way he wouldn't mind either. His eyes fixed on the papers on his desk, his mind buried deep into them as he reads the document in his hand, again and again making sure not to miss any details, although particularly doesn't have to be doing this himself but his workaholic nature wouldn't let him, and not being productive makes him paranoid and une

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.

Marcus’ POV The taxi drops me off at the front entrance of the office building. It’s a crisp but sunny autumn day, and the light is shining through the glass of the building. It’s one of the nicer skyscrapers in the city, and I’d never really taken much time to reflect on the beauty of this glass giant. I felt totally relaxed after my lunch with Lowri. Tony’d had to order a taxi for us as we’d gone through the bottle of red wine easily. I’m not surprised we’d gone through the bottle as it was 4 o’ clock! We’d been 3 hours at lunch! I’d cleared the afternoon of appointments in any event, but my plan was to get a few hours of paperwork done after meeting with Lowri. I have to admit to m

Cathy said. I nodded again. Wiped the tears from my face with the sleeves of my gown. After I reached the pack house Cathy and June started to explain to me everything. The omegas were living at the basement. And by basement, I am not talking about a regular one. It wasn't small at all.There were almost 10 to 20 rooms there. And a single room could hold 5 to 6 people. The younger ones who hadn't met their mates yet were living in those rooms. There were small ones as well for the families. I wouldn't say the environment was hygienic from any side. But this was how the omegas were getting treated. Like a slum.

“You’re so obsessed with work. You can’t even have fun once in your life.” “You’re enabling their behavior. I might have to put you on time out.” He rolled his eyes and walked back to lean on his table which was also covered in confetti. “Now that you’re here, there’s something I wanted to discuss with you.” I looked around the office again, seeing that the chairs and couches were also in confetti. I decided on standing. “Go ahead.” “We’ve talked about branching out a lot, right?” I nodded. “Well, I was thinking we could start with Los Angeles.”

"Like I didn't already take everything that mattered to you once. Your job. Your reputation. Your name, dragged through that lobby in front of everyone who ever pretended to like you." "I remember," I said flatly. "I was there." "I can do it again." Her eyes narrowed. "This time I'll take that precious little office upstairs too. The one with your name on the door now." I actually laughed. It surprised both of us, I think, the sound coming out sharp and genuine in a room that smelled like dust and old paper. "You're the one who's obsessed with me," I said. "Not the other way around. Has that ever occurred to you? You spend more time thinking about my life than I spend thinking about yours, a

I feel so lost without him. Getting up, I slipped off my black swivel chair and strolled round my desk. It was bulky. I had a lot to do, but right now; I don’t get it. Something to take me out of the office is what I need. I’m fed up with this lifestyle already. Watching through the pane of glass windows. I watched other skyscrapers in Manhattan. The city is as crowded as my mind. I wonder if every other business owner goes through thoughts like mine.

Normally, I wouldn’t be so acquiescent to her telling me what to do, but she’s taller than me, and I use her as a shield, hunkering down next to her as we walk. She stops at a big table right out in the open with a clear view of the arcade, pool tables, and bar. Great, just great—right in the middle for everyone to see. I sigh. “What time did you arrive to score a front-row seat?” “Chi-Os get the best. I aim to please.” Jess is a Type A tornado on her way to Yale to get her doctorate in medicene. We’re nothing alike, but we manage. She thinks I’m a little wild, and I think she has a stick up her ass. She's still my bestfriend anyways.

That filling a space wasn't the same as belonging in it. I didn't let myself think about any of that. I was too busy being grateful for the pancakes. Work was the one place nothing had changed. Cole and Associates ran the way it always ran. Projects, deadlines, site visits. An architecture firm that had built its reputation on precision and delivery. I threw myself into the work rhythm, the way I always had when the rest of life got complicated . My assistant Marcus noticed before anyone else. "You good?" he asked one afternoon, dropping a file on my desk.

She looked out the window, her mind split between the mother waiting for her in a small apartment and the man standing alone in a glass tower. The following morning, Ava arrived at the office at 7:30 AM, her eyes slightly tired from a night spent toggling between checking her mother’s blood pressure and finalizing the indemnity bonds on her kitchen table. She expected the atmosphere to be frantic, a "war room" in full swing. Instead, the executive floor was eerily quiet. When she reached her desk, she found a small, sleek tablet sitting on her keyboard with a sticky note attached: Check the updated project registry. — M.