A Regretful Party With The Ceo Novels & Stories

“You’ve all been so supportive, and I wouldn’t be standing here today without each and every one of you. Tonight was a success because of you all. Thank you for working hard and for believing in me despite all the chaos that was surrounding me, I know the board was giving you a hard time.” “I wouldn’t be worried about us, rather worry about the board,” Clark commented. Rose frowned, “What do you mean?” “Hahaha! Clark surely wants to crack jokes tonight!” Ben jumped in, his laugh loud and awkward. Ben elbowed him after locking eyes with Ethan and wishing he hadn’t. Anderson chuckled and broke the ice, Natalie and Zane following suit. Others joined in and the party went on. It was a celebratio

—ELEANOR. - The air feels thick as I step out of Justin’s car, my pulse quickening. Arthur stands in front of Cindy’s apartment building, his presence impossible to ignore. His sharp gaze flicks to me, then shifts to Justin as we approach. His tired hazel eyes don't fail to show how obnoxious he finds the duo in front of him. He proceeds to glare at Justin. Justin, ever composed, greets him politely. “Mr. Newton, CEO of HT Global Enterprise, it’s an honor to meet you.” His voice is smooth, respectful—but firm.

He chuckled, squeezing my thigh gently. “Well, you won't have to in a while, okay? I have a Conference Board party, later this evening. I came to ask if you would accompany me to it,” he explained. I frowned. Conference Board Party? What...? Then I remembered that Jake was the CEO of a multimillionaire company, despite how he acts around me. I always see him as a playful kid and in bed, as a hungry beast, so realizing that he was also a boss, really sent my mind reeling at the contrasts.

I had seen the looks of disappointment and anger on the faces of those who had wanted Julian to win. Mr. Fredrick spoke up again, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "There is a day chosen for the selected CEO, you all be ready and well dressed, it's a party to show the selected CEO in front of the press," he said with a smile. I nodded eagerly, already imagining the excitement of the party. But as I looked around the room, I noticed that not everyone shared my enthusiasm. Some people didn't even respond, their faces sullen and resentful. I knew that this wasn't the end of the matter. Those who had wanted Julian to win would not give up easily. They would make a move, and soon.

“Good Evening,Ladies and Gentlemen. I am so delighted to meet you all. I am Cherry L’Avogue by name. I am the new CEO of the L’Avogue group of company. I made this welcome back party or should I say inauguration party for myself as I am about to be the new CEO of the L’Avogue company.” “I want you all to see the CEO that had been anonymous for the past few years. I am grateful for you all for attending this party. I am also thankful for the partnership of the company of those that are among us in this party.Thank you.” I left the stage and I was given a round of applause. LEONARD’S POV:

The girl child's mother pointed to Drake Bell. The man turned to Drake Bell in rage but he recognized him at once. This is the CEO of the biggest company in the country... What! Why would he come to such a cheap restaurant. Although Drake Bell didn't recognize him, he recognized Drake Bell so well and infact, his small company had been trying all these while to get even the smallest contract from BELL'S LTD. Who would have known that he would meet the mysterious CEO in a place like this.

He told another joke about getting lost in his own building on the first day as CEO, and I found myself laughing again, genuinely enjoying his company. Halfway through the meal, I glanced across the restaurant and froze. Eliana had just walked in holding hands with Miles. They took a seat at the far end. Miles looked tense, but Elly had that satisfied smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes. Typical Elly and her childish games. Still, I felt a pang of guilt when I looked at Miles. I owed him a proper apology for what happened at the party. “I’ll be right back,” I told Charlie, excusing myself to the restroom.

I had to let him know that he wronged me. So I turned back. “ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care o

Ten minutes later, the massive double doors of the estate's private home office swung open. Lucian sat behind the heavy mahogany desk, wearing a crisp, dark suit, looking exactly like the ruthless dictator the corporate world feared. Zara sat perfectly perched on the edge of his desk, her long legs crossed, her expression entirely unreadable as she tapped the speakerphone button on the central console. "You are on with the CEO and the Majority Shareholder," Zara announced. Instantly, the speakerphone exploded with the panicked, screaming voices of fifteen different billionaire executives. "Lucian, what the hell is going on?!"

"You want the key? You want the genetic data? It’s here! But if you fire, I drop it into the fire below! You’ll have nothing but ashes and a PR nightmare!" The helicopters shifted, the pilots communicating in hushed bursts of static. For a heartbeat, the world hung in a terrifying balance. "Status check," the loudspeaker crackled. A new voice—higher, colder—took over. "Miss Vance, the GRC does not negotiate with domestic terrorists. You are holding the economic stability of three continents in that cooler. Step away from the infant and the deceased." The deceased. The words hit me harder than the shockwave of the explosion. I looked down at Xander. His eyes were half-open, glazed and unmovin