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she angrily said to me, stomping her way toward the door. "Not leave the office, but this company. That is if you dare to take another step. If you want to keep your job, you will sit down and listen to everything I have to say. Memorize it and keep it in your head at all times." She sat down. "I am Genovia Ganfornina Betances, your CEO and President. I am not going to leave my post no matter what you do. The next time you gossip about me or my personal life, you will be fired, and I will make sure no one will hire you after you're done here."

By this point, I was already considering him a very bad-tempered person, very different from the good-natured and helpful man in the nightclub. "Yes." He was collecting some papers and answered without looking at me, in a hurry. "The chief director, what about him? Will he be staying long in the hospital?" He gave a wry smile and looked up. "You don't like your current boss?" I lowered my gaze, avoiding eye contact, since I really preferred someone else in that place. "He has terminal cancer. I have been groomed for this position for a considerable time. Don't get excited; you'll have to deal with me for quite some time."

He'd find out himself. A man who introduced himself as the secretary to the man we'd be meeting. Lucas Stone. A man in his late twenty who secured the position of the CEO since he was eighteen. He got awards, good recognition from other countries. Lucas Stone from what I read, is a man with charisma. He does business with enthusiasm. Which I find quite interesting.

Hardly likely for a jet-setting CEO of a pharmaceutical conglomorate. -I have a strong Welsh accent and am an open book. I'm from farming stock. I'm by no means ill-spoken, but culturally, there is a great difference as he's well-spoken, well travelled, and probably from private education background. My education is passible, but rural with a mix of grant funding and schollarships. Hmmm....yep, best foot forward in quashing the onslaught of any crush I'm developing!

If he gives the reins to him, he'll steal his horse. “Interesting,” one of the board members, Mr Copley, cleared his throat. “I think this meeting has to be adjourned when the new CEO, Mrs Dante, has drawn up her progress report sheet.” He added when I looked at him. “Yes, we'll look forward to seeing you prove Mr Morris wrong.” Mr Winfield added as they stood up and filed out of the room. I grabbed the file on my desk and walked out to the hallway with Morris on my heels. We bowed slightly as they entered the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, he flung me against the wall and grabbed my neck.

He had ample time to evade capture and drag George with him, but when they were away from the building, George ranted about how they had run away, troubled that his 'followers' would deem him irresponsible. Nat shook his head again. "Geo, there's always a next time. They did not build Rome in a day." "We were just so close. But the CEO had to appear!" CEO? Nat glanced at George. "What CEO?" "That woman watching us behind the crowd, she was the CEO who retrenched us!" His findings caused Nat to freeze and reconsider his perception of the CEO of AD Systems. Eventually, he broke out in a smile. "She's the CEO. I can confidently tell you, I'll want nothing to do with her! The mere sight of her j

Darren raised an eyebrow, staring sharply at Nadine. "Of course, I approve, Mrs. Nadine," he said firmly. Nadine jumped, her eyes widening in surprise. "Approval from you, Kemal? How could I report this to the board just based on the permission of an ordinary employee? Darren smirked coldly. "Mrs. Nadine, it seems you've forgotten. I'm not just an ordinary employee. I am the CEO of this company," he said, his gaze filled with authority.

The woman went through a lot, but she fought her way though. The story was supposed to comfort Amanda, but she broke down again. Her parents were gone, Fred was dead, Beatrix was dead, ironically. Colton turned out to be a the monster. Everything was just too hard for her to control. Amanda was the CEO of the Billion dollar company which would now be fully hers. She had all the money in the world. She was extremely beautiful, yet, it was like all these things never really mattered.

I muttered, then read an article about him. ‘Zekiel Gray – A young, renowned businessman. He was trained early in the corporate world, but many describe him as a cold, ruthless CEO. Rumors say he’s made countless employees cry. Yet, despite that, many are still obsessed with his looks. And who wouldn’t be? Perfect eyes, nose, lips, jaw. His bad temper only adds to his charm, they say. If you’re reading this, you’re probably one of those obsessed with him. Want to see him in person? Visit Gray’s Company in the Philippines—he’s often there. Good luck, dear!’

“Effective immediately, any executive with ties to the Shelburne Contracts or those linked to Director Monroe’s offshore operations is being suspended pending investigation.” Gasps. Protests. A few clumsy attempts at defence. He didn't flinch. Instead, he leaned forward and stared each of them down like a wolf among sheep. I wanted to reach through the screen and rip his throat out. Instead, I turned it off. I was no longer the man in the glass tower. I was no longer part CEO. I was no longer feared. But I wasn’t done. Not even close. ---