Businesswoman Novels & Stories

Jacob leaned back in his chair, swirling his wine glass lazily, but listening to everything I said and following my every gesture with his sharp eyes. “Hazel Hazel Hazel, I've reviewed Jones's stats already. Quite impressive if you'd ask,” he pauses, eyeing his glass before speaking again. “But what I'm interested in is you.” My eyes widened. “Me?” “Your reputation precedes you, Hazel,” Jacob leans forward, resting his elbows on the table now. “You're sharp, resilient, bold and have achieved so much at age twenty five. Frankly speaking, you've made yourself into one of America's most envied businesswomen by rising to the top. It's very impressive.”

He was sixty, efficient and completely without pretension. The other two were Isabella Sinclair and a woman I didn't recognise who appeared to be a personal assistant rather than a business one. Isabella was thirty-three. I knew her profile the way I knew every major player in any industry similar to ours. Sinclair Industries had been a potential partner for eight months. I read her business record, she had a Stanford MBA and her lifestyle brand was genuinely impressive, profitable and built on real aesthetic intelligence rather than inherited money alone. I had not met her in person before tonight.

she continued, her voice slightly breathless now as she kept up with me, “then who else could you be accompanying?” I exhaled slowly, gripping my phone a little tighter. Ignore her. Just ignore her. “All the men on this list are businessmen,” she went on, not waiting for any sign that I was even listening. “Not just businessmen, the biggest. They own companies, empires… the kind of people the world revolves around.” Her words filled the space between us, persistent, invasive. “And get this,” she added, almost excited now, like she was building toward something she had already decided in her head, “they all have wives. Families. Children.”

"I...uh...I...." 'For goodness sakes, why am I stammering?' She inwardly cursed her nervous state. She looked to Matthew for help but he was mostly focused on the plates of food placed before him. She cleared her throat to get her voice before she continued. "I am a businesswoman," She managed to give such a lame answer. "What business?" The woman directly facing her, who toyed with fufu in her hand, continued asking. "I'm into the import and export of fabrics and clothing materials," she replied. That was Dorine's line of work therefore not bad that she stole her sister's identity for only a short while.

"Thank you madam.. You are the receptionist of this company I presume, right..?" "Yes ma'am.. I am.. and my name is Miss Li Jing! Please how may we be of help to you ma'am..?" "Very well then! My name is Miss Caihong, an interior decorator! I am here on recommendation, so please.. can I speak with your boss..? Is he on seat..? "Well ma'am.. with all due respect... I am sorry, we do not just disclose our boss's whereabouts here just like that. Please kindly come have a seat, while I go check for you."

With that, she was straying further away from the stereotypical image of a businesswoman. “Is it not a good thing to change?” Heather questioned him. She was quite happy with her current self—at the very least, being compassionate was much better than being inhumane. “For someone in the business realm, it might not be a good thing.” Leon frowned at her. “There are compassionate businesspeople out there too; you shouldn’t limit your understanding of people in business.” Heather had gained a new understanding of the business industry, and she didn’t think there was a need to force herself to adhere to stereotypical standards.

I motioned to walk and the damn woman nearly jumped out of her seat to follow. "Yes, of course. I would love to help you." She gave me a seductive smile that I ignored then walked to my office. We spent hours sifting through deals and I had to admit this woman was a shark. She knew business and she was good at negotiating. Women weren't commonly involved in the major businesses, but it wasn't against any rules either. They were usually preoccupied with raising the kids then pursuing a career.

"How about Star Cyra? What if I told you I was her?" Elena's laughter burst forth like a cascading waterfall, but when she noticed Astrid's serious and somewhat offended expression, she abruptly paused. "Wait, you're not serious, are you? Star Cyra is the most influential and richest business turnaround specialist, not to mention the wealthiest woman on Earth. She has transformed over 300 bankrupt businesses worldwide, she also offers financial counsel to countless others, and has an uncanny ability to predict stock market fluctuations.

The woman looked ordinary, but her dress was spectacular. Everyone was confused as to who that person was. "Who are you? Are you even knowledgeable enough to say that?" Xianna frowned and asked. The woman glanced at Xianna indifferently and replied, "I'm in the fashion design industry, so I'd like to think I know a thing or two." "It's funny how you're commenting on the situation when all you know is 'a thing or two'," said Xianna, but the woman did not pay any attention to her.

Rivers had a very strong sense of superiority. Mrs. Wang next to her covered her mouth and chuckled. "Mrs. Rivers, you are saying that she doesn't seem to have a husband to dote on her." Mrs. Rivers said sarcastically, "Mrs. Wang, how can you say that about her? She is a female entrepreneur. Does she need a man to dote on her?" Mrs. Wang deliberately said loudly, "Even the most powerful woman needs someone to rely on. Only women without someone to rely on work so hard.