Byebye Scumbag Ex, Hello Mr. Ceo Novels & Stories

40. DESMOND'S POV "Hello staff, this message is from the CEOs office..." I sit straighter and lightly push the blonde on my thighs off. That's Monique's voice on the intercom. "All employees please rush to Mr Smith's office now to sign your a name and get a $2000 raise!" The voice does off.

As he tossed his cigarette butt into the ashtray, he laughed as he recalled how she had only hesitated for a minute. He finally understood how horrible it felt to be belittled by someone. When the elevator doors opened, he walked into his car and got into the driver’s seat. He sat there and gripped the steering wheel so tightly it looked like he was trying to crush it. The CEO of Automobile Maestros chose that moment to call again. He spoke to Caleb in an extremely polite tone. “Harrison is attempting to contact me again, Mr. Fergerson. What do you think…”

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."

“Explain now, boobily nun! Now!” “There’s nothing—” Almera butted in. “Oh yeah? I don't think so, little girl. Zeus, the CEO of SBC slash Lord Assholemort slash very hot-yummylicious batman, never offers people eye contact, let alone talks to them.” He doesn’t, now? Wow! That was not so surprising, Elvie thought to herself.

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.

“Do you know anything about him?” Brenda raised an eyebrow, clearly excited to talk about this new CEO. “Well, I haven’t met him yet, but I heard he’s young, super smart, and he’s done amazing things at other companies. They say he’s got the looks, too, and is one of those guys who knows how to get things done. I’m telling you, Trace, he’s the kind of guy you just have to see to believe.” I laughed, even if it was a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

I was glad I’d done my toenails yesterday because they’d been begging for attention. We headed out to Primo Italian-American Cuisine and ordered French fries and cappuccinos. Just as I was about to dig in, a burst of laughter caught our attention. I looked up and my spoon dropped from my hand. “Are you okay?” Fab asked. I was too stunned to answer. She waved her hand in front of my face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snapped. “Umm...” I stammered. “That guy... he’s my ex.”