Business Novels & Stories

Although part of her might have been happy to corner Lucian again, if yesterday's incident really leaked to the public, it would affect the company's stock price. Blackwood Corporation was not just a company, but a business empire that spanned across multiple fields—automotive, technology, finance, and even property. Behind its great name stood four main pillars: Blackwood Motors with its electric cars and self-driving systems, Blackwood Tech, which dominated AI and cyber security, Blackwood Finance in the world of finance, and Blackwood Real Estate, which dominated property.

Dembe says and I nod. I still can't see him. My tears are too thick. But I understand what he is saying. I am sick and I don't have much time left. All my hard work means nothing now. My brothers and sisters won't have my protection for much longer. I probably won't even see them again. They all work too. They harvest and plant the fields next to our small house. They sell food when we have enough to sell. They can't come all the way here. That would be a waste. I am hundreds of miles away from them. I traveled to South Africa for work. I will die here in this big city, alone. "Aids is common down here," I whisper and I faintly see Dembe shake his head.

“In my house?” Cassian didn’t blink. “I talk to you anywhere.” My chest tightened. “Please,” I said. “We just got home.” Lucian’s mouth curled. “You call this home?” He cut his eyes back to me. “Go put the meds in the cabinet. Do not mix the bottles. You barely manage a dress zipper; I don’t trust you with labels.” “I can read,” I said softly. “Prove it,” he said. “Move.” Cassian’s hand brushed the small of my back - barely a touch, a warning and a comfort.

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the

Billie. "So how was work, babe?" Brian asked as we sat down for dinner. "It went well. It's at a swanky estate that's really secure and super clean," I replied, taking a sip of the orange juice. My phone buzzed just then. A notification popped up from my bank: $3050 deposited. He even added a $50 tip. "What are your bosses like?" Brian asked. I hesitated for a moment as I flipped my phone upside down.

Hughie mumbled something incoherent, probably already in winter wonderland while I ached with a desire to pleased… and used. I took his car and drove off to the mall nearby — The Black Ledger of course. I skipped inside like I was late for something, or trying to catch up with someone… because, maybe I was. Somehow, the boutique was even busier than it was earlier in the day. A few couples, some tired-looking 9 to 5ers, and a handful ofhouse wives drifting across the isle meant for... fucking hell, I didn't care. Still no security. And from the looks of things, no James.

I said and sat next to her on the Dinner table. " How's Red ? I asked. " He's asleep ..., Guy goes to bed early " she said and I rubbed my forehead tiredly . " I need to go job hunting Anna ..." I said and she smiled . " No need ,a friend of mine has a job offering at their company for the spot of a personal assistant for their Boss , you can check it out girl the pay is good " she said and I immediately became interested . " I'd definitely check out tommorow ,what's the name of the company ? What sought of company is it ? I asked and she began explaining .

Mike called after her as she left to meet with her boss. She walked into her foreman's office, expecting another speech on how the owners needed them to up production-blah blah, blah. In other words, the usual spiel he gave after every quarterly accounting. But it seemed complacency was to be her enemy today because she walked in and froze at the sudden, unmistakable scent of wolf.

Cindy is such a nice person. She makes me feel absolutely welcome as we stroll along next to each other in one of the most expensive shopping districts in the city. It’s as if I’m with a friend. We don’t talk about the proposal Mr. Merriweather has made to me. We really don’t talk about him much at all, except for when Cindy says how nice he is and how glad she is to work for him. She says he’s the best boss she has ever had, the best boss she could hope for. She also says not to worry about spending too much money, that Mr. Merriweather will be disappointed if I don’t get everything I want.

My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.