My Crazy Secretary

My Crazy Secretary

Author Charity

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After the Ceo of Turner's empire, will the company to his son, Jayden Turner a young handsome arrogant man, life became unbearable for Evelyn. She tried to fit in the office life and tried to stay away from trouble, but it seems that it keeps finding her. Meet Evelyn Jones, a young hardworking lady, who doesn't take shit from anyone. She has been abandoned by her busy parents who only care about their business, leaving her with her nanny whom she grew up with. She started working in Turner's empire, and the former Ceo liked her for her hardworking. But what happens after Jayden took over the company? Do you think she'll be able to fit in, even knowing that her boss likes to bully her?...

Chapter 1 What's going on

Chapter one

What's going on?

Evelyn POV

The sound of my blaring alarm jolted me out of my deep slumber, and I groaned angrily, as I pulled the duvet over my face. For heaven's sake, can't I have a good sleep, even for once? I'm always working, waking up early, and those annoying things. Heaven knows that I would've quit this damn job, if not that I don't like staying at home, doing anything.

My alarm keeps blaring, and I yanked the duvet off my face, and sat up on my bed, before reaching out to it, after which I put it off, and rolled my eyes. I yawned tiredly, and stretched my hands above my head tiredly, before swinging my legs down the bed, after which I got on my feet, before dragging myself sluggishly towards the bathroom.

Stepping into the bathroom, I sighed tiredly, and crashed my back against the wall, while I continued yawning. For goodness sake, can't I lay on that bed, and spend some hours sleeping? I'm going to quit this job, on a serious note, I love my sleep so much, to think of sacrificing it for anything, not even for a job, earning me billions of dollars.

"Stop lying, Eve." My subconscious mind snapped at me, and I rolled my eyes, before I lazily turned on the shower, as I let the water touch my body. After a few minutes, I turned it off, and tied my towel around my chest, before walking back into my room. Stepping into my room, I walked over to my dresser, and sat down, before grabbing the blower, after which I turned it on and started drying my hair, and in a few minutes, I turned it off and dropped it down.

Tilting my head to check the time, I almost jumped out of my skin, as I was met with the shock of my life, it was already almost 8am, and the time I'm supposed to be at the office, is 7am. Oh damn! I'm so screwed up. I heard a new CEO is taking over the company, and he's going to be introduced today. I heard he's arrogant, pompous and a jerk, he shouldn't try messing with me, coz he won't like what will happen.

In almost an hour, I was all dressed up for work, and I glanced at my reflection in the mirror one more time, before storming out of my room, not after picking my car keys from the bed.

My name is Evelyn Jones, twenty-three years old working-class, lady. My parents reside in Paris for now, for some business project, and I'm here all alone with my nanny, madam Cleopatra. I'm used to it though, not that they ever care about me. All my life, I'm used to being alone, all they care about is their business, so I've accepted my fate long ago.

I work as an accountant in Turner enterprise, one of the biggest telecommunication companies in Oklahoma City. I have a boyfriend, his name is Raymond Jared, a young business tycoon, who has a passion for traveling around the world, for some business projects, we rarely talk, coz we both are always busy, but our love is strong.

Climbing down the grand staircase, the aroma coming from the kitchen, filled my nostrils, and I bet that I must have a taste of that delicious food, before going to work. If there's anything I don't joke with, it's food. I don't leave home without eating, I love food more than life itself.

"Good morning nanny Cleo." I greeted, her as I walked into the kitchen, where I met her stirring stew, with her apron on.

"Good morning dear, did you sleep well?" She glanced at me, and asked with a smile on her face, before turning her attention to what she was doing again.

"Yes I did, what are we having for breakfast please?" I asked, leaning against the counter, forgetting that I'm already late for work.

"I packed some food for you. You're already late for work, so you should take it with you." She said, as she reached out to the food flask, which is next to her, before holding it out to me.

"Awwwwn! Thank you, you're always the best." I squeaked excitedly, as I took the food flask from her, and pecked her hair, while she chuckled softly.

"Alright, see you later," I said, before storming out of the kitchen, and straight to the exit door, before storming out of the house, and soon, I'm already at the parking lot, and without wasting much time, I hopped in on one of my cars, and turned on the ignition, before driving out of the compound, and soon, I was already on my way to the company.

After driving for almost a few minutes, I almost screamed my lungs out, as I was welcomed by tons of cars in a queue. Damn it! There's a traffic jam.

"Oh not now," I whined angrily, as I glanced at my wristwatch, which keeps ticking.

Letting out a sigh, I honked loudly, but the voice from the car next to mine pulled my attention.

"Hey, miss can you please be calmed, huh? Don't blow off my eardrums please." He rolled his eyes at me.

"Damn you, man! You have no right, whatsoever to tell me that, so go to hell." I yelled at him and pressed the honk again.

"Can you move your cars out of the damn way? I'm running late for work!" I stuck out my neck through the window, and yelled, while they all stared at me from their cars like I'm acting a drama.

The traffic jam was finally resolved after a few minutes, as everyone drove away. I spent a few more minutes driving before I finally got to the company, and I drove in. Parking neatly at the garage, I alighted and cat-walked to the entrance door, not minding the fact that I'm late for work, and should be scared of getting sacked. Not that I care though.

Stepping into the building, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets, at the sight I behold. What the hell is going on here?

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