Businesswoman Novels & Stories

The middle-aged woman, thin and draped in excessive diamonds, looked Vivienne up and down with blatant disdain. "Speaking of business reputations..." Mrs. Henderson began, her elegant voice carrying a thick layer of venom as it drew the attention of everyone at the round table. "As the wife of a successful businessman like Mr. Dominic, shouldn't we maintain our appearance? An ideal wife in our social class should be graceful, have good control over her body, and not allow herself to expand like... well, a circus elephant. Isn't that right, ladies?"

She had that kind of presence, the one that made you feel like you should know who she was already. “You’re Amelia Connells, right?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. I hesitated. “Yes... I am.” “Wow,” she said with a smile. “You look so much better in person than in those business articles. I’ve read about you.” Okay, I love compliments from women for real. “I hope it was the good kind of reading?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “The ambitious kind,” she replied. “I just admire women who run their own businesses. Most of us are still fighting to be seen in boardrooms.”

"Apparently, her ex-husband left her with a lot of debt, and she turned that experience into a business helping other people." "Smart woman," the man said. "Taking a bad situation and making it work for her." Elena Thompson. The name bothered me, but I couldn't figure out why. Something familiar about it that I couldn't place. "She's speaking at the business conference next month," the woman said. "I'm thinking about going. They say she's got some amazing stories about the cases she's worked on." The woman and her companion walked into the office building, leaving me standing on the sidewalk with my thoughts racing.

Just to annoy him, she asked, "The tall women they date can't wear high heels?" He stared at her for a moment, nonplussed, then continued as if she hadn't spoken at all. "The problem with most small businessmen, and women, is that they're not businessmen. Their specialty is something else. They're someone with a good idea or a good technique but without any training in business. That's what I provide—the business sense." "You think I have no business sense?" "You're a teacher, not a businesswoman. Your grandmother was a quilter, not a businesswoman."

Mom's eyes darted around for a second before she turned to bark at the cashier, "Exactly! My daughter is a business owner. Does she look like the kind of person who'd steal two dollars from you?" The cashier clicked her tongue. She sized me up from head to toe before finally resting her gaze on my face. Her tone dripped with disdain as she said, "Being a business owner doesn't prove anything. Looking the way she does, maybe she's got some kind of kleptomania."

A woman has this perfection that she can make a man her girlfriend whenever she wants, whether it is to bring lust in a normal to veiled dress or to change a semi-naked dress to simplicity, no one can do this better than her. “I know that now Mr. Kane, you will consider my coming.” She had offered him an offer to sell his 3 million items for 6 million. “I don't understand why a businesswoman like you would want to do that.” “For your benefit.” She said with a slight smile. ‘Since when did you start worrying about our benefits?” “We always worry about the people around us, but you don't see them. Whatever you want to see Mr. Kane is all yours. The movement of h

My name is Cameron Westwood, a 33-year-old self-made businesswoman and CEO of Westwood Architecture and Design. This company is my baby, built from the ground up by my blood, sweat and tears. I managed to repay the business loan I took out from the bank within a year of starting up, and I’ve only been growing. When I interned at different companies, the connections I made proved valuable over time and paid me back triple times over in returns. No one expects a woman to get very far in a world dominated by men; they all want you to stay on your knees. Moreover, they don’t expect a woman to be intelligent enough to grow her own business - and boy, do I love prov

She tried to remember anyone from the business world who might own several businesses and will be owning more in future, but she didn't come up with anyone. "She is a multitasker. She is basically a talented and creative businesswoman and is handling several businesses. In a few months, she can be called an industrialist. She can even compete with Mr King then." He said with a small chuckle. "She sounds to be popular and famous enough. Do I know her?" She asked out of curiosity and his answer made her heart flip as a sudden thought occurred to her.

I smirk at her to provoke her even more. "I don't mean to pry but I've been wanting to ask you what job you do?" I ask her. "Sam has told me that you're a very busy woman." She pauses before answering. "I invest in businesses, support ones that are on the verge of collapsing and shutting down. I help entrepreneurs improve how they work in order to benefit them and their customers. So in summary, I'm a business woman." "Wow. A business tycoon." I sip my hot coffee slowly.

I admire this, and strive to present myself in such a way too. "I'm Moira by the way!" "Aislaine. Pleasure to meet you." Inside this store, I noticed a difference immediately in how I am perceived and the prices of the contraptions on the shelves. Others actually smile at us and nod as if we are familiar, those emotions don't scurry quickly as the fierce little lady side eyes them. She holds my hand and leads me around, asking questions that I often do not know the answer too. What is my bra size? Pants size? What is my style? She laughs when I lightheartedly told her I was feral, and my style was pretty much dirt and leaves. She slaps my shoulder and snorts, and her reaction makes me do the