Novel & Cerita Ceo Above My Desk

“The CEO?” “Yes,” he replied, glancing at his notes. “Mr. Carter is currently overseas, you’ll have a little time to adjust before he returns.” I nodded, both relived and curious about what the CEO might be like. After signing the necessary paperwork, Mr. Hayes stood and extended his hand again. “Welcome aboard, Ms. Summers, I’ll have someone show you to your desk.” I followed an assistant through the bustling office. The floor to ceiling window made the workplace shone in natural light, and every desk was neatly organized. My desk was positioned right outside the CEO’s office.

she chirps, bouncing on her feet. “No, he came to get coffe–” “That he never bought.” she cuts me off, eyeing me like I just killed her kids when she literally has none. The rest of the day goes uneventfully, and before I know I am at work the next day excitement taking the best of me. I rushed down to the elevator, noting that the witch at the front desk had arrived because her bag was there, but she wasn't. Something I am grateful for. Stepping out of the elevator on the last floor which is the 36th floor. My office is located right beside the CEO’s office.

She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of a room that exuded power, success, and authority. He has a large and polished mahogany desk. A type she has never seen before. It has a few neatly arranged items on top and an engraved nameplate that reads "Desmond, CEO," and other things. The ambience of the room was commanding yet inviting, the perfect reflection of the man who occupied it.

I couldn't afford to make any mistakes since this deal may be a big step forward. A luxury office area with floor-to-ceiling windows facing New York was available via the lift doors. It was a stunning view that told you that you had achieved. Then, my eyes caught him. The CEO was sitting at the desk with his head bent over his computer. My stomach turned with shock, and my heart stopped. No. It isn't possible. He looked up, and we looked at each other. It was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. In fact, my ex-husband Alex was the CEO.

he asked, his imagination running wild with images of his daddy in a big, important meeting. "Yes, I do have a special chair at the head of the table, where I lead the meeting and make important decisions. And I do sit next to my colleagues, who are like my friends at work," Axel replied, a sense of pride evident in his voice as he spoke about his role as CEO.

I requested, and she took him from me and took several steps back to avoid inhaling the stench. "What the hell is happening here?" I cursed, thrusting the door open with my foot. I walked in with Celine following me. The desk had remnants of used cigarettes, and empty alcohol bottles were scattered on the floor. I found myself momentarily speechless, my eyes scanning the entirety of the room in disbelief. It suddenly struck me that I had overlooked a vital aspect of my responsibilities as both CEO and president. The weight of this realization hung heavy in the air, making the vibrant colors and bustling atmosphere of the restaurant distant and surreal.

The only decoration was a simple silver sculpture on the window shelf. “I don’t do small talk,” he said, sitting behind the desk without looking at her. “You’ll keep my schedule. Filter my calls. Do not speak in meetings unless I ask you to. I hate being asked if I’ve eaten or slept. And if I’m working late, you don’t stay unless I say otherwise.” Chloe blinked. “Understood.” “And if anyone from the board asks to see me without informing me, you shut them down.” “Of course.” Elias finally looked up at her again. His eyes were steel-gray. Cold, focused, impossible to read.

The seat of the CEO. It was supposed to be my father’s anyway. But Rowen had taken it somehow. I will uncover his dirty tracks, showing how he charmed the board, pulled strings, and made power plays while my father wasted years trying to keep everyone happy. And now here I was, still sitting as a goddamn Director while Rowen sat at the top floor like a fucking king. That was going to change. Soon. I pushed through the frosted glass door of my office and immediately noticed the empty desk outside.

I started toward the elevators, leaving Elara standing behind me. Just before the doors closed, I glanced back. She was still watching me. Good! I love the look on her face. Let her wonder what came next. --- My office was on the top floor, and I could not help smiling when I saw my name engraved on the silver plaque beside the door. AURELIA WHITMORE - CEO I had imagined this moment before, but the reality felt different. This was no longer about proving that I could survive without Asher or showing people that I was worth more than they believed.

The kind of furniture that costs more than my annual salary. We pass offices with names I recognize from company emails. Sebastian Brown, COO. An empty office with "Chief Technology Officer" on the nameplate. A massive conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a view of the entire city. And then we stop. Double doors at the end of the corridor. Dark wood, with no nameplate. But they don't need one. This is the CEO's office. My mouth goes dry. My palms are sweating. I want to run.