Company Commander Book Novels & Stories

Brian had clasped my forearm as he dragged me down the halls. "This project cannot be ruined by you running around willy-nilly," he said bitterly and I told him I was sorry. "Why are you so concerned, seems like a lot of stress for a grunt," I mumbled softly and Brian stopped suddenly and pushed me up against the wall. He glared down at me with a curled lip. "I'm the commander-in-chief of this entire operation and don't think I don't notice how close you're getting to the bloodsucker," he spat bitterly and I lowered my eyes from him, feeling that the commander's behavior was completely unprofessional.

“It’s a company retreat, right? Lots of executives? Fancy people? Maybe a certain sexy cold-hearted boss?” Izzy gave her a warning look. “Don’t start, Maya.” Maya laughed and placed the mug in front of her. “Fine, fine. But come on, tell me... is it one of those boring team-building weekends, or is it actually fancy?” “It’s a professional retreat with other companies,” Izzy said, taking a grateful sip of coffee. “Workshops, networking, dinner tonight… and probably a speech from Dominic.” Maya’s eyes sparkled. “Dominic Steele. The man, the myth, the boss with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass.”

Randey blushed, glancing down. “Please,” Storr went on, “sit down.” He indicated a pair of beautifully carved, cushioned chairs opposite the table. Randey and Sir Braedon seated themselves, and Randey found himself looking intently at the Commander’s armor, which was mounted to one side behind the table. It was even more ornate than his father’s, but still practical. “I was greatly saddened to hear of your father’s death,” said the Commander. “He was an invaluable leader. He was offered the promotion to First Commander more than once, but declined each time.”

it is almost impossible but not actually impossible when you can play the game very well. Vanguard Red corps (VRC) are the most dangerous and stubborn of them all which can only be controlled by just one person and that is their commander. Whenever they are up for a war the only person that can stop or control them is the commander, even though the commander requested a wipeout of the entire city, not even the governor or other higher I* can stop them and whatever they are to do must be an order from the commander. However, that is a question Brandon must answer, and explain how he gets to be leading the red corps because it is not possible for someone to suddenly become a commander of the r

she said, not letting her arms down. The man who was clearly in command removed his helmet. Scarlett had never seen such a beautiful human being before. He had a square, angular jawline, and a straight nose. It was slightly bumpy as if it had been broken and repaired several times. His hips were thin, and his chin had a little dimple right in the middle. And his eyes… they were blue like the clearest skies. “My name is Luca. I’m the commander of the Golden Company. We were traveling north on the Jara road when we saw the smoke,” he said, giving a slight bow towards Pakuri.

She was about to say sexy, but trailed off when her mind went blank on replacement words. “He’s also the smart one. He came in the top five in all his classes in school, once he was removed from his father’s hold. He has always been an eager learner. The commander’s duty is not just to be strong and dangerous in the battlefield, but also strong and dangerous in a boardroom. He handles most logistics for the army; in fact, he’d even taken over some of my duties when my mate was sick.” “But he never speaks up in meetings…” She answered in confusion.

Leaning back in my chair, I allowed myself a moment to think. When my father had ordered me to take over as CEO, I had braced myself for months of dull meetings, corporate politics, and an endless parade of unremarkable faces. To my surprise, managing the company hadn’t been as boring as I expected, and one person was responsible for that. Riley. At first, I’d dismissed him as just another employee—a quiet, annoyingly diligent little worker bee who barely spoke unless spoken to. But then, his stubbornness began to show.

Our eyes met briefly, and I saw a flicker of reassurance in his gaze. The warriors pushed us forward, and we were finally brought into the commander's office. The commander's office was imposing, with high ceilings and large windows that let in streams of sunlight, contrasting sharply with the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the dungeon. A massive oak desk dominated the room, its surface covered with maps, documents, and a few personal items that hinted at the commander's multifaceted responsibilities. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books and artifacts, medals from battles long past.

He was in charge of the entire unit and the three areas under it, the only officers with the permission to see him directly were the four Commanders of Unit One. Commander Naukles Smuts was the strongest and most responsible of the four. Below him was Commander Clemens Larazza, she was an erratic overzealous officer who usually followed her own rules rather than those set by her superiors. The third and fourth ranked were the twins Garrys and Barbie Gore. Garrys was the older and had an attitude for being jumpy while Barbie was more reserved and shy than any of the commander's. The bounty limit of a Commander was one billion perus.

“Are things settled?” Garth asked coldly. Mac breathed heavily and said, “Mr. Santos, the subordinates are being a little disobedient. I’m going there in person. Don't worry, I’ll take care of it!” Hearing that, Garth frowned and said, “Okay, give me the address. I’ll handle it personally.” Instantly, Mac was dumbfounded! The grand commander wanted to deal with it personally! This was getting serious! How many grand commanders were there in the country? Which one of them was not a hero who had shed blood on the battlefield and carved a name in history?