Company Of One Novels & Stories

Aino blinked and asked. Sabrina said, “What’s wrong, baby?” Aino blinked again, then said, “The stinky bum brought me to his big company today. It’s a really, really big company. This company is bigger than my kindergarten and the amusement park.” “There were a lot of uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters in the company.” “However, when each of them saw me, they would all say the same thing.” Sabrina asked, “What did they ask?” “They all said to me “is this child here to ask for baby formula money from the director?””

They both fell silent, “Even if we die.” Lene walked away again and Eallric followed her. They walked over a dead body with a torn face that revealed part of the skull that was turning green with mould. Lene knew her, she was Mrs. Ursoal, one of Lene's workmates. Lene stopped when she got to a small, metal box that hung feebly on a split surface. “This is a counter. It works almost like a digital alarm. That is, it shows the number of people that have tuned into our channel in red light. Of course, it varies every second but still...”

I’m twenty one, I graduated college with a communication degree that I found no job in, so I worked in any available job, in a local company. It’s not a normal company, well my job is very boring and normal, I just help fill in paper work, make sure the documents are filled for both parties before they sign their part of the agreement, a contract. Now what we sign that’s the special thing in our company, they match up dominant and submissive, offers training session, furniture, clothes, anything and everything for all kind of kinks and lifestyles.

home three hours ago. That fucking bastard named Sebastian wasn't kidding when he said that I should get ready for hell because this is fcking actually hell. He made me organize some stupid letters for a company, re-study some upcoming plans, and when I gave it to him to check. He told me it's not well written. He made me write it like five more times. Like seriously. What type of boss is he? It's my first day and I officially hate my new boss. Right now I'm in my office. I never had such a beautiful office like this one. The furniture in the office has a dark color and I have a big glass window. The only thing that I hate about this job is my annoying plus rude boss. I keep on dozing off e

This couldn’t be real…. This can’t be…. The CEO of this company is none other than…. THE MAN I HAD A ONE NIGHT STAND WITH?!!

I got a headache an hour later still with so many questions racing through my head. Thinking of such things wasn't going to help and I sat up straight on my bed. I picked up my laptop and googled the company Miller Inc. I froze immediately when the company's building came into view. Along with the achievements about the company in just a year and a half. And, looking down, I saw his photo. My breath hitched and raced up. The C.E.O of Miller Inc. Jack Miller.

Don said to the team in the room in the room and they all exited the auditorium leaving Angela and Don alone. "Ms Anderson, my company has remained on the bottom list of less popular filming industry in the entertainment circle. I had plans to up my game when your company and offered me that contract. I considered your company because it was obvious you didn't know me or anything about my company. I wanted the compensation I will receive when you cancel the contract and I can have some extra cash to search for a willing good company to partner with so I can rise to the top. You didn't cancel the contract you offered to help which I felt wasn't bad, but what is this, Diamond Corporation sent

They were whispering intensely. “…The shooting really messed things up,” Raffaele said, his voice low. “The drugs were supposed to be out of the country by now. The boss is not happy.” Diana’s eyes nearly popped. “Wait? what the fuck…?” she whispered to herself. She leaned in more, just about to press her ear to the door. Then Grab. A hand clamped her shoulder like a freaking ghost. “AHHH!” Diana screamed like her soul had left her body. She jumped and turned—

I read through the proposal, and for the first time, I was marveled, it was nothing like the others, clear, concise with a hint of mystery. This was it! What I have been searching for! I don’t know what the remaining three companies have to offer, but this c ompany nailed it. I checked their name, it was Crownstar Group of companies. Why does their name intrigue me?

Just as the Newark Group teetered on the brink of collapse, I called the company's biggest rival—Joe Mehigan, chairman of the Mehigan Group. "Mr. Mehigan, this is Abby Newark. I have the complete source code for the Newark Group's core system. Plus their black books on tax evasion. Interested in a partnership?" Two seconds of silence on the other end. Then Joe's hearty laugh came through the line. "Abby, I've heard a great deal about you. Where shall we meet?"