Chefe Ceo Novels & Stories

Restaurants I'd eaten at. Pieces of my world that he owned without me knowing. The About Us page featured executive bios. Richard Moretti, Chief Operations Officer. Several other Morettis held various positions. All men. All looking dangerous in expensive suits. Then Dante's bio. CEO since age twenty-eight. Harvard Business School. Previously worked in commercial real estate development in New York and Chicago. The corporate headshot showed him in a charcoal suit, expression serious and controlled. Professional. Untouchable. I moved on to news articles.

“Well thank you for your patronage. I only get excited when we get a new ride. Daddy is actually looking into that now. I don’t know the specifics but I would love to be in on that meeting. It would give me so much more experience than what I’m getting now.” Kenji nodded his head in understanding. She would be the CEO of the park. Learning her portion of the work would be what’s best for her but learning the park from all aspects of positions would make her a better boss. “You’ll be a better boss if you can see the park from the eyes of everyone around you.” “You sound like daddy. You’re both right. I’m just being impatient. I want to hurry and get into the offices before summer comes. Do yo

I begged him. "This is part of the pack business" He leaned over and closed my open mouth, "And me being the Beta means that I'm the CEO of the 'Argentine' restaurants" I blinked a couple of times before giving him my sweetest smile. "I can't believe I'm this lucky", I muttered to myself but he heard me clearly. "Wait, isn't Jacob supposed to be the CEO?, Him being the Alpha and all". "Don't underestimate pack responsibilities, besides he's in charge of other business"

" I am well aware that you are not Mr Molt" Grant picked up the coffee cup and smelled it's contents. Looking at Jessica he tilted the cup over the bin emptying it's contents into the bin. "You are rather arrogant", Jessica raised an eyebrow. " I am a Ceo" "So that gives you the power to do what you want?", Jessica questioned. She did not expect such an asshole to run the other firm. She knew this was going to be a challenge. He placed the empty cup in front of her, " I onlu drink the best"

Leo looked up from his phone and smiled at Gabriel, “I am the CEO's brother. I am allowed to do anything I want.” Gabriel gave a known look to Leo, “I don't understand why you go around telling people you can do anything because you are the younger brother of the CEO. Why not say you can do anything you want because you are the son of the chairman?” Leo sat straight and gave the explanation, “You see Gab bro, our father, the chairman is going to retire very soon. So I have to stick to my brother, who is going to be the next chairman.” Gabriel burst out laughing, “Oh man… be careful with your words and your surroundings. If your mother hears you saying this, she will probably get a heart atta

It was shabby and old, with correspondingly cheap prices for the food. This restaurant was a stark contrast to the upscale restaurants Ezra Donovan usually frequented, yet he brought her here. Vivienne stood at the entrance of the restaurant, her expression complicated. This was the place where they had their first date. At that time, she didn't know he was the CEO of Four Seas Corporation and thought he was just an ordinary office worker. That day, she had just received her salary and invited him here. "Why don't we go somewhere else to talk?" Vivienne said, "I'm not hungry and can't eat much."

To say the least, this was the most expensive and exotic assortment of dishes Elena had beheld in such a great amount. And her first thought was the epic scene when, during the lunch, Chelsea had ridden them all in a rollercoaster and then dropped them suddenly with the statement: "Can I get the recipe for this dish?" Elena smiled. Chelsea, the wild one. Now that she is pregnant... Well, Elena didn't want to think about that now. She turned to the chief chef who was standing aside, overseeing the activities of the swift. He was a confident, middle aged man, who loved to talk about his artistry.

… Arriving at the restaurant, Chris found his assistant and his team waiting at the entrance. The assistant briefed him, "Mr. Jewell, it's the head chef. He added some additives that induce contractions to several soup bases last night." Chris remained silent, entering the restaurant as his bodyguards secured the entrance. In a private room on the second floor, the restaurant owner and head chef appeared nervous. The owner was in the middle of berating the chef.

"How come staring at the screen of your computer for two straight hours is fine? I bet I know the answer to that. You're getting married, aren't you?" "What? No. I mean, my entire family are forcing me to find someone rich but the hell, where could I find that guy when I am already shoving myself between work and school?" Could not believe even our manager would support my family when in the first place, we haven't heard of her having a husband or even a boyfriend. "Speaking of fucking rich. The chairman's grandson who is the new president of Fisher Grand Inc. will hold his inauguration on the seventh floor of this building. Can you attend on my behalf?"