Central Cee Father Novels & Stories

"And now I'm working as a PA for CJ." "CJ?" I ask obliviously. "The CEO... Cedric Jean. But he prefers CJ," says Zara. "Must be old to own such a big company," I say. Zara laughs. "Naah his dad has been ill and he has finally given the position of CEO to CJ. Word on the street is CJ has been living in England all these years because he doesn't get along with his dad. The only reason he came back is to run the company for his dad."

"My father has protected your father and family since they were young..." Conan said. "It is the same thing he planned on doing, I trust. My Dad and yours - they think alike. I trust that's the same reason they have similar instructions in their Will." He suddenly stood up, slightly surprising Vee. She watched as he resumed pacing back and forth, his hand on his trim hips. She noticed how his biceps flexed with every movement he made.

The CEO . . Driving through the city of Madrid, heading to a business appointment I had set with a famous club owner, I read the headlines. ‘More business moguls investing after Damon Wesley, a business tycoon, invest millions of dollars in Zee-Tech. The headline celebrated my unparalleled investment skills, highlighting that every business I backed had never experienced a loss under my influence. My phone rang, and as I glanced at the screen, I saw it was my father. His authoritative voice came through the line. "Have you seen the news?"

“I just visited your daughters.” Caleb Johnson, or rather, Washigton's most respected and envied judge, was the father of Suzane and Mikaela. He was also responsible for judging my father twice. One when our company was taken from us and sold at a bargain price, after they found strong indications that my father kept it as a facade for his illegal business "even if at the time we did not know the seriousness of these businesses", and the other when he judged my father for the years at the head of a criminal and terrorist organization.

“Since you don’t know what’s good for you and insist on butting your head in, I’ll teach you a lesson today! You’ve heard of Zentrum Pharmaceuticals, right? My father is the CEO of Zentrum...” "A mere introduction and you had to drag your father into this? Why the f*ck didn't you start with God creating the world?" "I..." "Is it because the only person supporting you is your father? I'll say this one last time. Either hurry up and get to the point, or get lost!"

but of course,I heard she had done numerous plastic surgeries. So to me, she's so fake. She was on heavy makeup as usual. I wonder if anyone had ever seen what she really looked like. I glanced at Raphael who looked so nonchalant. My father didn't acknowledge my presence either. So i choose to focus on the food in front of me. As I ate,they started talking. “Oh, Cali … this Raphael whites. He's a son to a very close friend of mine. He just became a CEO and I'm sure he'll have lots of business with us in the future. You should get to know him.” My father's voice rung through the air.

“What was that?” My father stared at Cesar for a long moment, studying him the way he might study an old text. “I think,” he said slowly, “we have found our third fragment.” We moved the conversation to the central chamber, away from curious eyes. Hector stood near his nephew, confusion and worry both written across his face. My father sat across from Cesar, studying him closely. Julian kept a protective hand on my shoulder. Elara had been summoned and stood near the wall, arms crossed, watching everything with sharp attention.

His gaze snaps to mine. I don’t look away. For years, Celeste existed in my father’s mind as an irritation. A woman adjacent to influence, never inside it. A designer with talent but no lineage. A former wife. A liability I refused to discard. Peripheral. That word mattered to him. It was how he slept at night. Peripheral things could be crushed quietly. Board members could not. “They’re compensating her,” he says finally, waving a dismissive hand. “For damages. A public relations maneuver.”

This was supposed to be the time I bonded with them after Hazel stole them away for seven years. "I just wanted to spend some time with you…” I muttered. My voice was low and hurt. "Is that too much for a father to ask?" Beth and David were a little hesitant, I wondered what went through their minds. Then Elizabeth parted her lips. “You’re not my daddy,” She whispered. “We’ve seen him. He came by the house with flowers for Mummy.” In that moment, I knew who exactly they were referring to and I folded my hand into a fist.

Lewis. Her expression hardened, and she raised her hand to hit me. Just then, a furious voice rang out from the doorway. "Ms. Lewis, I heard that you wish to expel Celia Jewell." Everyone turned around and looked at the assertive-looking man in a suit who just arrived—Ezekiel Stewart, the chancellor of our college, who also happened to be my father.