Novel & Cerita El Lider Que No Tenia Cargo

"It feels different. Right and different." "That is what it looks like when someone is in their right work," he said. I looked at him. "When did you find yours?" I said. He thought about it genuinely. "When I stopped trying to lead and started learning to be beside," he said. "The role I have in this club is not a traditional leadership role. I am not the president. I am not the enforcer. I am not running operations." He paused. "But I have been beside every significant thing this club built for years. And being beside is its own form of contribution. It just does not have a title." He held my gaze. "You gave me room to be that. Without requiring a title. Without needing me to be something o

Harley's ability to balance her toughness and kindness was one of the reasons why she was so successful. Furthermore, Harley's respect for her godfather, Ricardo, was an important aspect of her leadership. She knew that she had to maintain the legacy that Ricardo had built over the years. Harley understood that being a leader in the mafia kingdom was not just about making money. It was also about upholding the code of honor that Ricardo had instilled in the organization. Harley's unwavering loyalty to Ricardo and the mafia kingdom earned her the respect of her colleagues and the community. In conclusion, Harley's leadership during the absence of the mafia kingpin, Ricardo, Vivian, and Tatian

Chen Lien warned, sounding like she was predicting the future. Honestly, I get that. But isn't it better to keep feelings out of business? "Who is their leader, Octa?" Octa shook his head. "They don't really have a leader. It's more like a group of folks who offer advice. They're on the same level as us elders, and one of them is Andara Spectra." "He mentioned that if he wants me to head over there and negotiate, do you get what I'm saying?" "Count me in, Alpha," Elvis jumped in, and Octa nodded along, with Chen Lien raising her hand.

Ever since his demise, the position has been empty. Why haven't I filled it in? There's just one reason. Because the next leader needs to be married in order to ensure a line of succession. The role of the leader is supposed to go to me but I have no interest in ever been with a woman let alone marrying her. I have no interest in children either. I just want to live my life alone with no disturbances or distractions. For this reason, the Don position has been left empty for four years with no one to lead and the Godfathers don't like to be kept waiting. It's a miracle I've managed to stall them for this long.

Renee couldn't quite grasp the importance of Adrian's newly granted title. Did it signify her father's full recognition of him? A first-rank ministerial position was no small matter, but it wasn't overwhelming either. The ambiguity surrounding it left people puzzled. Yet, Adrian remained completely unfazed, showing no concern for the situation unfolding before him. For Adrian, after all, a title was all that mattered. His leadership style was far from conventional—whether the soldiers chose to follow his orders or not was their business.

“Let me guess, you were busy with some of your kingly duties? Seriously, why the hell haven’t we voted this guy out yet? He’s supposed to be our leader, but he’s never fucking around.” “Damien became our leader because Kirill handed the gang over to him before retiring to take care of his family. He didn’t get voted in; he was appointed, Devon. There is a difference.” Tony explained. Devon stuck his jaw out, eyes still blazing with fury. “Well, we can always decide to change things from now on. Why should we have a leader who’s never present?” I pressed a finger to my moustache line before standing right in front of him. Without standing at my full height, he stopped at my chest, so he had t

Now, with their leader missing and no clear word on their whereabouts, a growing unease began to spread. Chifo, my cousin, paced restlessly near the central square, his expression a mixture of frustration and concern. He had taken on a role of responsibility in my absence, but the weight of leadership without the guiding hand of their true leader was a heavy burden. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeking answers and trying to provide reassurance.

I must be mad about the consequences I received, but these did not affect my perspective to believe that what I did was right. Hisha was about to interrupt, probably to clarify the things I have missed to answer, but gladly, she politely goes with the flow. "It's supposed to be Lance since he's your right hand. However, because of his condition, the board hesitated to appoint him as the leader. Additionally, Lance has his own petty punishment for hindering the soldiers to do their duty. That's it, by the time that he fully recovers, the company will give him a suspension for a month." She formally responded while I continued to eat as I listened to her. "So, they haven't decided a leader yet

She spoke again firmly—ignoring the commotion of the F-rankers and the secret leaders who were talking about her. "Beatrice and Theodore will assist me as I serve as the interim leader until we find an actual leader." "Forgive me for interrupting, Mrs. Wagner. But can you explain who the actual leader you're referring to is?" Cheryl turned to the man, giving him a dismissive look to cover her nervousness. "Am I obligated to answer that question?" she asked. "I apologize, Mrs." The man lowered his head respectfully.

"They just hadn't found their new leader yet." Elara stood there, shivering, her clothes torn and her makeup smeared across her face. She looked like a shadow of the woman who had once commanded the Stormriven Den with an iron fist. "Is this what you wanted?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind. "To see us destroyed?" "I wanted to see you realize that you were never the master of this house," I said. "You were just a part of the inventory." I walked toward my car, ignoring her as she fell to her knees. My work here was done. The scandal was public, the leader was detained, and the power vacuum was wide open.