A Business Proposal Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

Where the hell did time fly so fast? Staring into space, I started to think of ways to make her stay but nothing came to mind and I always ended up at a dead end. I needed to think of something and fast. I was there mulling over the situation when it hit me. I would have to meet with her first, then suggest the proposal and if she accepts my offer, I give her the contract. This contract is very special since there are only a few people that came into my life who had gotten it. Some had refused, saying that they didn’t want that type of relationship, but a normal one. At that moment in time, I wasn’t ready to settle down, I was still young and wanted to have fun and not be tied down in a rela

"Golden Wave City? You've got a knack for picking projects." Noelle's eyes lit up. "Why? Is this one of this year's key initiatives?" Charles nodded again. "It's in the early stages. Brian's business trip this time is for this project." He spread the proposal open on the desk, pointing to some sections. "These are just preliminary plans. Have you gone through it?" Noelle shook her head. "I grabbed it randomly. I didn't even realize what I picked!" Sitting on his lap, she leaned forward to study the document intently. "When will it start?"

She set the tablet down and slid a manila folder across the desk instead, the motion unhurried, deliberate, the same way she'd handed me contracts before that ended up changing the entire shape of my life. I opened it. A business proposal, glossy and professionally bound, Olivia's name printed across the header in elegant serif. Olivia Noir — Series A Funding Proposal. Fifty million dollars in requested startup capital, projected growth charts, a launch strategy clearly built by people who knew exactly how to make numbers look inevitable on paper.

"Not nervous." "Not really." "Why not?" I thought about it. "Because I know the material completely. And because I've been in harder rooms than this one." He was quiet for a second. Then: "Yes. You have." He went back to his documents. At eight fifteen I gathered the proposal into its folder — forty pages, tabbed by section, with a two-page executive summary at the front for anyone who wanted the shape before the detail — and put on my jacket and picked up my bag.

I argued. Damn it! I'm here because of my proposal and not to argue about these petty things! "Anyways...let's stop with that and hear my proposal," I said and breathed heavily. "Tss," he hissed and leaned on his chair and watched me. Damn it! Why is he... "Hepburn Communications has a problem and I'll discuss it with you once you agree with my proposal," I said and swallowed. He crossed his arms and raised a brow. "And what's the proposal?" He asked. He didn't even ask about the Hepburn Communication's problems! He is really a dimwit!

He uttered. I didn't like the sound of 'Business proposal.' coming out of his mouth because it made me think of something fishy. Well. I still decided to give it a shot and see how it goes. "What business proposal?" My brows furrowed slightly as I inquired. Josh is staring at me intently. "The business does not include married person, and since you stated that you are married, it is completely useless for you to hear what the business entails." He stated. "Aside from that, I would have really appreciated it if you participated in the business because you have a very fit body." He added.

There’s no warmth in them, only calculation, and the faint trace of disdain I remember all too well. “So,” he says finally, voice sharp, controlled. “You’re back. I thought Cara was out of her mind when she told me you were back. ” He leans back in his chair, one eyebrow raised. “You expect me to… what? Sit here and pretend you belong in this room? What was Damien even thinking hiring you?” “I’m not here for pretense,” I say, keeping my tone even. “I’m here to present a business proposal.” He snorts, the sound dripping with disbelief. “Business? You? Last I checked, you were. well, let’s not dig up old skeletons. What makes you think you can handle this? You don't even know the first thing a

His eyes searched mine the way all men of power did, testing, looking for weakness. “Sit.” He gestured to the chair near him. I sat. Sofia slipped into the seat at my side. She smiled at them, warm, polite, like she was born to these tables. I opened the folder. “We’ll keep this simple.” My voice was steady, clear. “The Delphini expansion requires scale. Our proposal gives you that. No wasted cost, no inflated promises. Straight numbers.” I spoke slowly, never rushing, laying the base with precision. Charts, margins, growth lines. Nothing soft, nothing extra. Every word cut clean.

It was my first day and I must say that I had a lot of work to do but I’m adjusting. Brent is the CEO and Debbie was the COO and I’m one of the consultants. This should be hard but I was challenged by Brent’s growing company. I didn't expect it to be a real deal. I sat down on my table and started to review all of the proposals. I’ve been receiving so many emails lately from other companies as well and they were trying to get some schedules for business meetings but something caught my eye. It was an investment proposal with the Chen Group. Damn it. This is surprisingly mysterious. It's just a one night stand. What does he want now?

I responded, pulling out my phone. “So I have a business proposal. I'd love you to give it a try. You could partner in some of my mining projects. It's guaranteed to make an ROI of thirty percent profit per annum. I could show you some of my finances for your perusal,” I suggested, opening up the folder containing some of my business plans and handing it over to him. I watched him go through the plans while I sat back sipping my drinks. Suddenly his expression changed. “Is everything alright?” I asked, my brows furrowed.