Everything Taken, I Left To Become Ceo Novels & Stories

The CEO . . I climbed the stairs, each step feeling as heavy as the weight pressing down on my heart. Pearl had handed over the remaining 10 percent of the company shares to me, knowing that once the engagement and merger were finalized, the Wesley Corporation would likely dissolve Beckham Construction. The certificate was cold in my hands, but it felt meaningless now.

, he interrogated me. "Excuse me we do have office hours and our employees usually stick to them. I needed to get some work done. My father had appointed me as the new CEO", I said to him proudly. He didn't have to know the complete truth. So I omitted many things like how I had to beg my father for that post. "Well congratulations but you can be a CEO and stick to office hours", he said to me. "Is there something you want to say?", I asked pointedly.

I didn’t know what to say. “Look, Nesh. I never wanted to sell because my parents built this company from nothing. But my son’s been overseas for years now, with a family I barely see.” The longing on her face was unmistakable. I knew that feeling all too well. “So I made a deal. The corporation will take care of everything under new leadership. I just don’t want the CEO to be disappointed. I’m doing my best to leave things in order before I go.” Then Agnes told me the salary.

he said, pulling me close with his good arm, the other still healing but strong enough, "I get to spend the next however many years finding out who I actually am when I'm not performing certainty for a boardroom. And you get to finish your degree, and open your foundation, and I get to be there for all of it, not managing it from a distance, but actually there." It sounded, for the first time in five years, less like a debt being settled and more like a life actually beginning, and I fell asleep that night against his shoulder, listening to the unfamiliar, welcome sound of a man breathing easily beside me instead of holding himself carefully apart. The press conference announcing his success

“You look…” “Don’t say ‘beautiful.’” My voice cracked with emotion, glaring up at him. “Explain yourself. You disappeared without even saying goodbye.” His shoulders relaxed as a small, regretful smile tugged at his lips. “I wanted to. Believe me. But the CEO had transferred me on the short notice and I was stuck.” “You could have reached out to me still,” I argued, and he nodded, accepting his fault. “I know. I’m an idiot for that…but…I lost all hope then.”

he said simply. I didn't answer, because that was exactly it, that was exactly what had been sitting in me all evening… Then Caleb leaned back in his chair, smiled again and said, “You’re forgetting something though.” "What?" "You became CEO today," he said, saying each word slowly. I looked at him. "You've been sitting here telling me everything that happened today and you haven't said one word about the part you spent months actually working towards this," he said, leaning forward again, smiling. "You got the thing. Elena, that was yours today."

His tone was calm, but every word carried weight. “I don’t need you to get involved,” Lena said, trying to mask the relief that fluttered in her chest. He smiled slightly. “That’s not your choice.” Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” “I’m your CEO,” he said simply. “And you’re under my protection. Officially.” The words made her chest tighten, and a strange warmth spread through her. “You don’t understand…” she began. “Try me,” he interrupted gently. She hesitated, swallowing hard. “It’s… it’s Evan. He’s been spreading rumors. HR… they called me in this morning.”

they said to each other. Mr. and Mrs. Chen. They left the city hall. “Now?” she asked. “Now, I take you home. Penthouse. Introduce reality. Figure out how to make this work.” She laughed. “From a forced marriage to a predator to a billionaire CEO. My life is strange.” “It’ll get stranger,” William warned. “Complications. Enemies. Media. My father won’t approve.” “I just escaped my own controlling family. Your father can get in line.”

With her resignation, Jessica would be forced to work in the accounting office until they could find a replacement. “Yes, Mr. Velasques. I have to pursue my passion and if I will continue to work here, there’s no way I can achieve my goals in life.” She answered, without giving her boss an idea, that the passion she mentioned was all about Marcus Madrigal, his best friend. “Very well said, Miss Ramirez. You should pursue what will make you happy. So, good luck on your next endeavor,” Samuel said and extended his hand for a handshake. “Your last payment will be transferred to your account after everything will be taken into consideration,” he added.

It was like the world found ways to make me think of her even when I was trying hard not to. The CEO of the company was a hearing impaired man. He had stunned the world with his impressive leading skills and business flair. His company, already a giant in its field when his father had been running it, had soared to new heights after he took over the responsibilities of a CEO. He was a smart businessman, barely older than I was. The phone rang, the landline. It was Brandon. "Yes?" I answered, my voice sharper than I intended. "The meeting is waiting for you to begin, sir."