After The Contract Ends, The Ceo Regrets Novels & Stories

with that said, he ended the call. George got his job back last week and an apology letter from his employer, who stated how he had wrongfully ended his job. Jasmin didn’t miss the happiness that was on Anita’s face when she disclosed the news to her. George had been miserable since he lost his job and getting it back felt like an answer. He didn’t get his old position as the event planner back; he got a new one that was higher than the last. With his old position gone, he could no longer find extra jobs for her, but Anita didn’t mind. The job was more important and she couldn’t agree more.

"You can't do this to me. Ryan and I have history." "That 'history' ended years ago, Ms. Hart. Please don't make this more difficult than necessary." When I stepped out of the conference room, I realized everyone knew. They were all watching, some hiding smiles behind their computer screens. As I packed my desk, whispers floated around me. "I've been wanting to say this for ages - Sophie always had that fake, innocent act. So annoying to watch." "I know, right! Thank god the CEO fired her. It's so satisfying!"

“You’ve changed things here.” My throat tightened. “I didn’t mean to.” “I know.” His eyes met mine, steady and searching. “That’s what scares me.” The honesty in his voice caught me off guard. Cade Ashford didn’t admit fear. He controlled it, buried it beneath strategy and silence. Seeing it now—barely restrained—made my chest ache. “This was supposed to be simple,” he continued. “A contract. A solution.” “And now?” I asked, though I already knew.

I never thought I would marry him, and I certainly never believed he would settle down for me. But that day, he kneeled in front of me with a sincerity I had never seen before. "Mimi, as long as I'm alive, I'll only ever love you," he said. "Trust me. If I ever change, may the gods punish me by death." Eight years had passed. Francesco was still very much alive, and yet he had long forgotten his promise. Regret filled his eyes as he met my gaze. I smiled, finally relieved. "Thank God I figured it out before it was too late. Now I can finally let you go."

“What?” “I’m stepping down as CEO.” Her mouth fell open. “You’re not serious.” “I am,” I said simply. “It’s been in motion for weeks. Everything’s already signed and settled.” Her face paled. “Grayson, you’ve lost your goddamn mind. Why are you doing that?” “Because if I hadn’t terminated that contract, you would’ve hated me forever. And I knew that the second I do, you’ll run and I wanted to be able to follow you.”

"No matter what happens, I'll always be here for you." Cecilia didn't look up, but she could feel his gaze resting on her like a warm sunbeam, soft and gentle. "But…" She hesitated, her voice laden with an unspoken discomfort. "Our contract...it ends after the wedding." As soon as the words left her lips, she regretted them. It sounded too obvious, like she was admitting, "I don't want this to end. I want to continue, even without the contract." The moment the words were out, she regretted them.

" Her retort like that, left them speechless, to the point where they almost spat out blood. Wasn't she just trying to rub her sweet relationship in their faces? Despicable! "Krm… You are right, but I still..." "Remember the rules, Mr. Dylan Emmanuel; no giving of personal opinions." Regan Wales caught him off guard. The reporter felt embarrassed on the spot and could only return to his chair. Time went by, and in less than two hours, the question-and-answer segment finally ended. The legal document stating the change of company CEO was then signed in front of the media. What shocked everyone is the fact that in the contract, it states that she'll remain CEO for the next three years. Why is

“Carl? You’re home early.” Real concern colored my voice before I could stop it. He exhaled long and slow, tugging off his jacket. “Lost a contract,” he said simply. My chest tightened. “What happened?” “One of my executives submitted the wrong file. Wrong figures. Wrong everything.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “That contract was worth billions, Aria. Billions.” There was no anger. No shouting. No slamming things. Just exhaustion. Disappointment. Humanity. I moved closer before thinking. “Carl… I’m sorry.”

In the end, the meeting ended in dissatisfaction. After the conference, one of the shareholders, displeased with Caleb's approach, went to Ferguson Corp. "Mr. Ferguson, I figured that you have no idea that Mr. Lane is going to terminate the contract with Ferguson Corp, have you?" After hearing this, Hank grimaced and cursed out loud. "That bastard! How dare he propose the termination of our contract!" Then, he proceeded to call Caleb on the phone and yell at him to come over right now. "What's the agenda behind this meeting, Mr. Ferguson?" said Caleb as he entered the meeting.

Hedge had called them to tell them that not only had I made his daughter sad, I had made her cry, and they had called my company to terminate every possible contract that they might even have with us aside from this one even before I had gotten to the company. “Mr. Victor Walters, we know that you are the CEO of this company, and as such, you have the final say regarding everything, but we are very disappointed at you. You of all people know how hard we worked for this contract, and you also know how important it is to this company, and yet, without considering any of us, you have ruined everything with your singular actions,” the head of the team leaders had said to me.