Novel & Cerita A Regretful Party With The Ceo

“Because once the truth is out you can’t control what happens next.” Then he walked out. And the man who had built Carter Industries disappeared down the hallway. That evening, I sat on the back porch of the house. The city lights stretched endlessly in the distance. Grayson stepped outside with two cups of coffee. “You started a corporate earthquake today,” he said, handing one over. I smiled faintly. “I know.” Grayson sat beside me. “Regrets?” I thought about it for a moment. Then I shook my head. “No.” Upstairs, Aria and Miles were laughing again.

Another ping had me moving with a groan. Who was it? It was barely four in the morning and it better not be Harley grinding on my neck, whining about all the tasks I had ahead of myself. I had spent a week as CEO of Caldwell Industries and frankly, I had my work cut out for me. It was going to be tough. I reached for my phone and gasped when I saw they were texts from Megan. "Sounds awful. I'm sorry. I was busy. I hope you had a lovely time at the party."

Gary apologized to everyone, as they all began to dispatch immediately and find ways among each other, in order to return the lively atmosphere at the party back to the place. "Serves that nasty bitch right," Zoe muttered as she remembered the aghast and appalled look that Sasha had on her face when she saw her, and when she was escorted out of the party without hesitation. It made her look forward to when every member of the Meyers would have the same expression on their faces by the time she was done with them. She just had to wait till her inauguration date and officially become the new CEO of ANCLAIR. Just till then. ****************

Those 2 years, I took that chance as an advantage for me to become a better person and fight my desire for women's cunt. "Just start your presentation already, Mr. Servano. I'm getting a headache just by seeing you," she said. F*ck. That hurt me so bad. Please, George, don't be like this anymore. I want us back together. George's POV Before I went to the conference meeting, I already know who the CEO is. BUT IT WAS TOO LATE TO CANCEL IT! I also don't want to disappoint him. I got news from Cygnus that he's been working hard alone to pump high his company without any connections and help from his father.

Raymond, struck by a thought, suddenly spoke up, "Oh, Dear, Cecilia, don't forget about the dinner party tonight. Joe sent me a text last night reminding us all to attend. "Seany, are you joining us?" "Hmph, what's the point of attending such a gathering?" Barbara interjected with a cold snort. "Do you still not see through the Zalmans' intentions? "Darling, Joe is an old classmate of mine, and he's now the head of the tax department. You're the principal, and it wouldn't look good if we didn't show up," Raymond explained. "Besides, we may need their help with some tax matters for the Worthingtons in the future."

I shook off the memory. “I’ve been CEO for a year, and my company’s throwing me under a bus to find my better half.” He said the word like it was poison. “We know that’s not happening, but the world thinks it’ll be a mark in my reformation.” A reformation from party king to sober CEO. It had been a year since his brother died, and I thought he was doing okay so far.

Nora asked. “Not with the way he was kissing Caroline, it won’t. Besides, I don’t want him to stay with me out of pity, or feel like he was forced to be with me.” Sally said. By this time, they had already pulled up to the venue of the party, which was already going on in full force, considering they were late. It was a work party. According to Brian, the company he worked for, was able to seal a long coveted deal with another company and this party had been organized so that they could celebrate.

“Thank you, everyone, for being a great help to the success of the conference. We all must know that the glory and praise don’t go to me alone as the CEO but to every staff of R.B. Conglomerate. Thank you all.” Ronald said. Everyone applauded his short and brief speech of thanks but despite the facade, Ronald could see the disappointment on the faces of some of the people sitting before him. Mr. Wright’s face changed from smiling sheepishly to a fake smile when he realized Ronald was not going to call names and let everyone give applause to the people.

"Don’t you dare beat yourself up like this, Vienna. This was not your fault. Not one bit. The only person responsible is that thug." "And Desiree," I mumbled, the name sour on my tongue. A cold dread slid down my spine. "I have to face her in a few days. At the trial." I pressed a hand over my mouth. "God… what a nightmare." Just then, the doors of the bar opened again—this time with loud laughter and male voices. The bachelor party. Right on schedule. Against tradition, Edward and I had organized for the bachelor and bachelorette party to meet up at the end. It should’ve been a sweet surprise for the bride and groom. But now…

"You've been through so much these past few years." I shook my head dismissively. "What's done is done." Eleanor's expression suddenly turned serious. "You know, the accident where you fell overboard happened during a celebration party I organized." The shift in her tone made me look up, and I saw genuine remorse in her eyes. "I still regret having that party on a yacht," she continued, her voice dropping. "If we'd stayed on land, none of this would have happened." Something flickered in my mind—a flash of bright lights, the clink of champagne glasses, voices congratulating me on a successful business deal. My head began to throb painfully.