Chairman Meow Novels & Stories

"Me too." But it's not over. Not really. Catherine calls me into her office that afternoon. "The board wants to make a statement," she says. "Public apology to you for how the situation was handled. Full reinstatement to the Seattle expansion project if you want it. Basically, whatever you need to make this right." "What about Richard? The board member who was feeding Reed information?" "Asked to resign. He claims he didn't know he was being manipulated, but either way, he's gone."

She repeated, staring at me. “Can’t you just mention my name or something?” She smirked, clearly amused at the situation at hand. “Listen ma, ma'am, Mr Wolfe is our chairman. He is not someone who is accessible to just.” Her eyes gestured towards me, basically translating to someone as lowly as me. “Anyone.” she finished. “Yes I know that, but I’m telling you that—“ “Have a nice day ma’am!” She smiled sweetly, Her eyes swimming with amusement. What was wrong with her? It was getting frustrating to talk to her.

He always said the most stupid and random things that always made me laugh. By the time I stopped laughing I heard footsteps approaching the door. That must be the C.E.O! I quickly put my phone away after I made sure it was on silent, and tucked it into my bag. I straightened up my posture and faced the door as it opened. With a smile. This is it. When the door swung open, the smile I had on my face, feeling positive, soon disappeared and morphed into horror and fear. I am officaly Doomed. Why? Because here, right now before me...stood none other then Mr. Dumb nut. Sadly... Also known as Matthew Day. The CEO Of Lexon Corp.

"The look of someone who’s not supposed to be here." Still attempting to comprehend his presence, I blinked. "And you are?" "Yemi Kings." He reached out to me with a firm yet unforgiving hand. "CEO of Kings Industries." I recognized the name, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. The way he gazed at me as if he were studying me and looking for something hidden beneath the surface, diverted my attention too much. I unwillingly accepted his hand, and I felt a weird chill when he touched me. "Lola Taylor."

THREE YEARS LATER “Who’s Theodore bringing tonight?” one of them asked, her voice sweet enough to draw everyone’s attention. Such a high class hypocrite. The event floor murmured with low conversations and delicate clinking of glasses, the only kind of music you could hear from a room filled with money-filled men and swollen egos. Vincent Winston, head of the Winston Empire stood in the center of it all, his presence commanding more respect than anyone else. But now he was in the middle of being pried on by them.

I was instructed to arrange all the help they need. There is a total of four people. Three of them are men and one is a woman. I was impressed by their punctuality. They were living in a hotel. In the morning I brought them to our office for our first meeting. CEO Lorenzo and his fiancée Melinda were discussing with those Chinese investors. After a two-hour meeting, they went to Italian restaurant. One of those three people is tall yet thin, he always looks at me in a menacing way. Every time I noticed he is staring at me, well that was bad, staring at someone is very bad (I am saying to you)

"It's not about the view, Mr. Gulfman. I don't know what to do here." "Of course, representing your husband, isn't it?" Hannah's eyebrows furrowed. "Represent as what? Aren't you the owner of this company?" "You're mistaken, Mrs. Harrison. Mr. Harrison owns Texco, I'm just the CEO, who is certainly subordinate to your husband." Hannah couldn't contain her surprise, her mouth almost hanging open. In Hannah's mind, the Harrison family was on the verge of bankruptcy. Though they were still wealthy, owning a bona fide company like Texco seemed highly unlikely.

I whispered to Rod, and he smirked at me, giving me a scowl. "Arian will kill dad later," he told me. He's not calling him an old hag anymore. Pretending to be mad, but I know he really loves his daddy. I approached the chairman and took his hand to give him respect. "Hello, chairman," The chairman was surprised by my gesture, but a smile couldn't be hidden from his lips afterward. I just wanted us to reconcile. I misjudged him. "Are you hungry? I'll have food delivered," he said to me.

Kathryn’s POV “Chairman?” I said, out of breath. “Who…?” The man cleared his throat. “I beg your pardon for the lack of introduction. I’m the secretary of Mr. Wilhelm Reinhard—the new chairman of The Grand Plaza.” I hadn’t noticed that I was already clenching my fist upon Wilhelm’s secretary’s words. How could that bastard be doing this to me? “The chairman personally sent you to tell us that?” one interviewer exclaimed. “He didn’t even listen to our interview with her! She clearly has all the skills that we’re looking for. In all honesty, I have no idea where this is all coming from.”

"Because you couldn't be the master of it." "I am the master of it now!" Hoon screamed. "I have the keys! I have the leverage!" "But you don't have the Chairman," Min reminded him coldly. "And you don't have the company’s Seal." Hoon’s face twitched. "The Chairman is probably dead, and if not, he has enemies, Min. Enemies you don't even know about. Do you think we did this alone? Someone was feeding us intel. They knew the Chairman like the back of their hand."