Secretary Mga Nobela at Kwento

She walked straight into my office, her voice hoarse as she said, "Scott, you're my secretary—" "Former secretary." I cut her off expressionlessly and slid a freshly prepared resignation letter across the desk toward her. "Sign it, Ms. York. Also, this is my lawyer's contact information. He'll liaise directly with your legal team regarding the lawsuit against Mr. Moore for misappropriating trade secrets."

“Yes, yes! I go in there every day to report on my work! I even placed those documents on that desk!” “The files beside it are mine!” The room erupted in a cacophony of voices. Winika froze. As Zoran’s secretary, she naturally recognized his office.

How dare he lay his hand on his secretary. "Sorry but this girl has been a bad one and i finally found her." Gerald answered. He didn't expect him to come. "Even at that! She's my secretary. You don't have the right to abuse my staffs in my company. Now, get out. You are not worthy to even step this reception not to talk of my office." Damien stated and turned to Kimberly who was already crying helplessly.

"Why did you bring me here with you?" "Bring?" I turned, flashing eyes of pure anger at him. "Yeah. Why did you bring me along with you?" "You seem not to have grasped your full job as my secretary, have you?" *Secretary.* A secretary follows her boss around. Yeah, a secretary does...to business meetings, for corporate purposes, even attending events on her boss's behalf. A secretary is like an assistant CEO, the eyes and ears of her boss.

We need a better Zambia for the better tomorrow. ‘Your job is critical Secretary; you are in the inside with all the paper work and information on your desk. After all, your advice to the president is créme de la crème.’ ‘Thanks for accepting my invitation to Chrismar hotel senior Diplomat, I will be waiting for your call,’ the Secretary said dismissing his guest.

the woman was Elaine’s secretary, she came here to inform Elaine without fear on her voice. “From who’s company?” Elaine asks, she glance at the secretary. Her cold voice still terrified the secretary and the other employees even though they’ve been here for a long time. “From Ganza, Miss President” The secretary looks at the tablet and said to the Elaine. “Move it to next week also the other meetings for the day after tomorrow” Elaine indifferently said while looking at her screen, she then looks at her watch. “Yes, Miss President” The secr

She withdrew her hand. “Introduce. I’m Brianna. I am the secretary of Mr. Russell Houston, aka Mr. President. I-“ Step. Step. Step. “Blahh... Blah... Blah...” Lunatte responded while walking past the secretary who was stunned because she was being ignored. Ctak! Veins of annoyance formed on the secretary’s forehead. Her body turned quickly! Her whole face immediately flushed. And her hands clenched tightly! “You! Lunatte Estelle! We will see! I’ll pay for what you did! DAMN IT!”

Suddenly a pang of guilt engulfed me , never in my life had I hurt a woman before, I was also shocked after realizing what I had done. I paced around in my room , Kendalla seated on my bed , showing no kind of remorse for any sort of thing that had happened. This was my fault!! Where the heck was my secretary ? Maybe she had gotten lost in this country new and strange to her. Damn it ,Cain !! Did you have to lash out at her like that ,man?!! I was in the middle of my thoughts when someone called Am I talking to Cain Powers ? Yes this is he... It's about Emma Millers ,she was rushed to the hospital hours ago ..

asked Jolie. "Secretary to the CEO. I work as one of the directors there. We could be good colleagues," Sam replied. For the umpteenth time, Jolie was surprised. Secretary to the CEO? That was quite an important position. Jolie would be working with the top leader of the JPL company. It was like a dream come true. "Secretary to the CEO? Are you serious?" Jolie asked spontaneously. "Yes, why not, it's in line with your goal. You used to dream of being a secretary in a big company. Well, you can realise it now."

"Someone's knocking. I have to go." The person on the other end of the line was none other than Darshiell Wycliffe, the Deputy Secretary of Defense in Farshya. He rose and opened the door to find a man about his age—Kellan Somerset, Deputy Secretary of State. "I hope I didn't wake you, Darshiell," Kellan said confidently, holding a bottle of liquor. Darshiell chuckled. "You'd know if you did—my nostrils would've flared." Kellan laughed heartily. "That's true. You've never liked being disturbed from sleep."