Byebye Scumbag Ex, Hello Mr. Ceo Novels & Stories

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh? I’m surprised considering your age.” My eyes widened and I knew my face had flushed. The cheek! Now he was mocking my age?! Before I could even reply he turned to Mr Cook. The hint of amusement was gone from his face, his eyes now cold. “Mr Cook. I am just making sure that all the bad seeds in this company are thoroughly weeded. The thing is, I'm the CEO. It’s my job to make sure everything is running smoothly. Unlike the upper class- whatever you call yourselves, I have nothing to prove to anyone. I don’t care about my reputation or how high up I go. Nor do I care for the bribery that has been offered to me in the matter of days since I’ve been here. The only pe

What was her name again? The car was ready as Frederick revved it on. "Did Mr. Zack finally agree to come?" I inquired as he zoomed off. A message came into his phone, interrupting him from speaking. "Sorry, sir," he apologized as he stared at the message, wearing a cold face. "You have to listen to this, sir," he said as he turned the car radio on. "Today, marking Alexander Brooks' first day as the CEO of Brooks Company, five board members have resigned and sold their shares, stating they can’t work under the new CEO, as he’s going to bring the company to ruin."

My head was throbbing and I wanted to just crawl away from the world and bury myself forever. “Greetings to everyone. To those new in the company, I am Mr Gambino, Chairperson and CEO of the company. We are here to celebrate the work we have done this year…..” Storm spoke, moving from his greetings to analytics where I just blocked him out because I was still next to Sandra who was still angry, throwing daggers at me now and again. I didn’t know how to fix it and at some point I accepted that I couldn't fix it. It was better this way anyway. I wish I could have told her how sorry I was for making them feel that way.

“Mister, what brings you back?” “Cut the cr*p!” Kendrick looked menacing. “Refund me all the money I had put in just now. Quick!” His crudeness wiped the smile off the manager’s face. “Sorry, we can’t do that.” Zack slammed a fist on the bar top. “Bullsh*t! Do you know who this is? This is the only grandson to the director of Odello Corp., the future boss of Odello Corp., Kendrick Odell! And that’s Mr. Odell to you!

For me, what mattered was that I could keep working and taking care of my patients. "Who said that?" asked another nurse with curiosity. "The director himself. He said the businessman is coming today for an inspection, they've even prepared a tour of the new building." "Wow, who is this businessman? Must be a super rich European." "His name is Damian Kingsley, from a big company in London. He's famous as a property and hospital conglomerate. His family already has a hospital network all over Europe." I felt the cup in my hand drop and shatter on the floor. All the nurses turned to me with shocked expressions. But I didn't care. I only heard one name that stopped my heartbeat.

“W-wait! Please don’t! I’m sorry! I’m trash! Garbage! Absolute garbage!” Suddenly, the crowd parted. “Miss McKenna, please—stay calm.” Briella lifted her eyes casually. The crowd instinctively parted for her. At the center stood Boss Trent, dressed in black, the chaotic mix of neon lights casting eerie shadows across his face. A cigarette dangled from his fingers—unlit—but the smile on his lips didn’t match the sharp cruelty in his eyes. He took one glance at the mess around them and said nothing. “Miss McKenna. Long time no see,” he greeted smoothly.

“And don’t you dare forget.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Cross my heart. Plus, I like my head right where it is not on your platter.” I smirked, grabbing my work bag. “I have to go. Big meeting this morning.” Caleb stood and walked over, grabbing his plate. “Don’t overthink it. You’ll crush it.” I paused at the door, keys in hand. “Thanks.” “And Carmen?” he called out. “Yeah?” “Just... be careful. With Blake.”

know you'll be even more excited tonight when you meet your wife at Vizio." Beau scoffed, saying, "I said I would sign the certificate and that's all I'm doing. I'm not going to pretend that I love or even want to be around a girl I don't even know let alone want to be with." Mr.Bax said, "I'm sending a new suit out for you to get ready for tonight and you will be ready for tonight." Beau said, "I'm not going to Vizio tonight, I have business I have to take care of anyways." Mr.Bax said, "Then give the workload to someone else. Your wife is getting ready to meet you, and you will meet her with a smile on your face." Beau said, "I'm not some servant that you can boss around whenever you feel

Stefan commanded sternly. "C-can the Sanjaya Group really rise again?" Bobby asked in disbelief. "Do you still doubt that I am the CEO of Nano-ID, huh?" Bobby nodded repeatedly like someone having a mental breakdown. "Yes! I admit it!" "So, right now, who is the trash?" Bobby nodded frantically over and over again like a possessed disco fanatic. "I am the trash!" "Repeat that sentence a hundred times!" "I am the trash. I am the trash......" Stefan smiled faintly out of the corner of his mouth. "Keep going! Louder!"

He looked annoyed and asked, “Manager Young, is this your staff?” Wilson quickly answered heavy sarcasm in his tone, “Boss, you don’t come here often, so I forgot to introduce you. This is Philip Clarke, our company’s ex-owner. He’s now just a lowly delivery man here.” Wilson deliberately emphasized the word ‘ex-owner’ as he said it with thick mockery. Oh, Philip, you’ll be getting what you deserve thanks to karma, hahaha!