Ceo Mangas Novels & Stories

“And Julie, this is Mr. Lucas Martinez, the CEO of Couture Collective, our newest partner.” Holy shit.

The brunette model swirled around, the bow on her bust looking magnificent, the flowery designer sticking out and glittering- how special things could be when used in the right way. There was thundering applauds, Amelia couldn't believe it, they all loved it. Then a man stood up, anyone would know who this man was, it was Felicio Mangano, the owner of Black Textiles; a huge firm producing all sort of materials, the very best and most popular in the whole world. Their prices were cut-neck. Besides that, Felicio was a world known multi billionaire and a popular movie director. Mics where set before him by reporters as he spoke.

A voice exclaimed through the receiver. “Ah, yes. Who’s this?” A gasp, followed by a muffled exchange of hushed whispers and what sounded suspiciously like a delighted shriek, reached my ears before the voice returned, slightly breathless. “Hi, Ma’am. I’m Miguel Sanchez from Champagne and Roses Company. I am the CEO. We heard you want us to do a project!” Surprise crosses my features. “Oh, hi. Yeah, yeah,” My gaze drifted back to the row of designer clothes lining the wall behind Sheila.

"Owed? What the hell are you talking about?" "The damages, Danny," Cassian countered, closing the distance between us until his presence dominated the entire space. "The priceless antique porcelain and the irreplaceable Renaissance masterpieces you completely smashed during your mindless tantrum at my gallery earlier this afternoon. Do you have any concept of their actual market value? How do you intend to compensate me for that loss, rockstar?"

Adrian walked into the building in his designer suit confidently, oozing authority with every step he took. “Good morning, Mr. Beaumont,” multiple employees greeted him as each of them quickly cleared a path for him to pass. Adrian did not allow room for kindness within these walls. He knew exactly who he was... the CEO of Beaumont Urban Estates and everyone feared him.

Liam asked in a rather calm manner. "Just an hour ago. According to them, we pirated their idea" Angelo explained. "Pirated? what product?" Liam squinted. He didn't remember pirating any of Rosex corp's products. Rosex inc was a big corporation that dealt with toys, music, entertainment, sports and recreational centers. They had a high market value of ten trillion, but that was just what the rumors claimed. It could be more than that. Infact, Rosex inc was even somewhat superior to his Starimpact inc he belonged to. He didn't want to antangonize such an existence.

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.

They knock me back with such force that I stumble, gripping the door handle for support. Jessica jumps at the noise, and turns to face me, "Are you okay?" I'm so embarrassed. That was so dramatic and unnecessary, but the shock hit me like a tidal wave. "Sabrina," Jessica smiles, gesturing for me to come forward, "Meet the CEO of EarthX Enterprises, and your new boss, Atlas Collins." Atlas. The man who has been haunting my dreams since our chance meeting a few days ago. The man with the most unique eyes I've ever seen that turn me into literal putty.

How did other women do it? Steele Enterprises was the umbrella company for several of Mr Steele’s businesses—construction, security, technology, and financial services. The whole building was overkill. Glass and steel, rising above all the other buildings, and one of London's finest pieces of architecture. She hated it. It screamed ‘pretentious’, just like the man who owned it. Being his Executive Assistant required many skills, and most people hired before her had not been able to keep up. There were a lot of sacrifices involved, like being the first to arrive and the last to leave.