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"This is not...how I imagined my first day would go." He chuckled, picking up a larger piece of glass. "Happens to the best of us." My assistant ran in with a janitor behind her then I remembered that I was the CEO. He stood up and offered his hand to help me stand. I smoothened my now stained shirt. "I'm Daniel by the way, head of operations," he said, stretching his hand when we stood up. I received it. "Nice to meet you, Daniel. I'm—" "Bella. Miss Bella Rivera. I know," he cut in. That was one confident man and he made me feel a little more at ease.

Amber had to ask again, “What was his name?” I’ll do anything he asks me to. “Fabian Williams…I’m sure you’ve heard of him. He’s the CEO of Virtuex.”

“Why do you have such a long face?” “Levi Alexander Mitchell is the CEO of Mitchell Corporation. I first saw him in a studio while doing photo shoots for a magazine, though it’s the first I have talked with him.” He explains. “He’s a very busy person, and he spent his precious time talking to you, so I’m curious about his relationship with you.”

But Lena Morgan wanted to try being more than a fantasy. The cab pulled up in front of a sleek glass building that stretched toward the clouds. The Cross Enterprises logo gleamed from the top like a golden stamp of power. She stepped out, adjusted her skirt, and entered the marble-floored lobby. Men and women in suits moved like clockwork, their expressions focused and impatient. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she approached the front desk. The receptionist, a woman with cold eyes and a tighter bun than hers, looked her up and down—twice.

Said the lawyer. "Scooby, you bastard, what are you doing?" vociferated Levi angrily." Are you saying I can't manage the companies? "Mr. Levi, stay calm, Scooby is in total administration of the companies for a year, for being the most able to continue with the growth of the same, since you do not have experience or capacity for this, however ... You have a year to learn and so all the executives and investors decide who will be the president of the companies and thus administrator of all assets, as for Luz Alessandra, only his daughter is heir, but for now the girl will live on a pension until a year has passed.

He asked and I was shocked. What do I want? Why is he asking me this questions. "I want both" I answered. I knew my answer at the back of my head. He sigh and sat up. "Good answer. I have a contract proposal for you....." He hands me one of the documents on the table. I opened it and started to read. ~~~~~~~ CONTRACT Both parties...... Nicholas King, King's estate, 6'3, 30years, CEO of Kings company, businessman.

The CEO is smiling as he speaks, “yes, what is it? Don’t be shy to ask me. . . you will be working under my name.” Sam is picking up himself, “why I am choosing between the two—“ His words are cut when the CEO laugh, “did you see already that you are now the live broadcaster inside the Bussage International School!” He is puzzled for a moment until his right hand is signing on the pad. It appears in real-time on the screen of the CEO. Cameron Alfred Bussage is the CEO of the CAM application and a member of the Bussage International University director’s board. Sam didn’t have any idea who is he talking with this time.

These people might be the best staff in the world and I am grateful for that, I won’t be starting with antagonism at the very least. “I am Raees Graham and I am your new CEO.” I start and the applause starts all over again, I blink back the stinging in my eyes and smile so brightly. “I don’t have many words to say but I do know that I can’t be my very capable father and predecessor, Jacob Graham, but what I know I can be is a good boss to you all, and I promise to be just that. To taking FG through the skies in every part of the world, I am Raees Graham and that’s my pledge.”

He sat at the head of the table, lounging back in his chair as if bored, his fingers steepled. The HR woman began the introductions. “Lana, thank you for coming. I’m Elena from HR, this is Mr. Demarchelier, our Head of Design, Leo from Marketing, and,” she gestured to the man at the head, “Mr. Thorne, our CEO.” CEO. The owner’s son. Not just the head of creative. The beast at the top of the food chain. My stomach dropped. I’d just insulted the most powerful person in the building minutes before my interview.

•CALEB• "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Hunter, the CEO of ZenithCore Industries." The MC announced. I stood at the head of the conference table with my hands clasped loosely in front of me and let the applause settle before speaking. There were fifty faces of board members, investors, senior executives, people whose opinions moved markets and shifted power. The media team was seated near the entrance, taking pictures, and recording the meeting.