Family Business Novel 소설 & 이야기

And it was too late when I did. Flint looked at me with a questioning look. "A book on business. You're from the Business School. Your family owns numerous businesses. Of course, I know the trend," I said. "Is it that bad that I came from a family that has established successful businesses over the years that made us afford all the needs and wants and luxuries we can think of?" "No." "Then why are you looking at me like I came from a disgusting world?" "I am not looking at you like that!" I said it quite loudly which gained a hush from the Librarian. I sounded defensive, what the hell.

“Don’t get me wrong I do but I’m worried. You are always indoors. You are growing up and you need to get out there, enjoy the world.” “I’m enjoying my world.” “What is your book all about?” “Crime fiction.” “Am I supposed to know about that?” “Ah dad. Where do I even start from?” Her father looked at her. “Ok just know that it’s about the most notorious family in Zambia.” “Notorious?” “Yes. The family is the most feared in the country. No one crosses their path. Whoever does, gets killed. On top of that, they have connections everywhere. The police cannot touch them. No one touches them.”

If someone like him with fake abilities were to go and be in charge of our family business, our family will certainly end up bankrupt in less than three years. Theodore was also extremely depressed as he thought to himself, ‘Although Dad is not a top entrepreneur, at the very least, he has already been doing this for so many years now. He is very experienced and stable. Even if he does not perform any reformation or innovation, at the very least, he would still be able to hold the family business down and stick to the current scale of the family business. If Clayton were to replace us, wouldn’t he ruin our family completely, then?!’

Jonathan Group errand boy is Rosetta Family, and I am sure that with that slimy fat bastard as the head family, Rosetta Famiglia will fall to this level. “...…I was thinking…what made a small family that it’s only business is to supply stuff, suddenly becomes so bold….it’s just doesn’t make sense…but then again…if you really though about it…and the world that we were in…the works were doing..then it comes to me…..”. I were tapping my finger on my chair armrest, as I looked at the snobbish Derek coldly. He was still smug about everything, he even shrugged his shoulders, as if he was saying, ‘I wonder about that too’.

I could barely hear what she said but I figured out already that she was the shy one. We walked hand in hand into the house. I saw most of my business associates and people who wanted to meet the only son of the business mogul, Lucas Anderson Snr for their own personal reasons known to them. The family is known for their old money, Lucas’s great grandfather had moved from Louisiana to start a family business and till today it’s still the largest sugar producing company in ten different states. Meanwhile, a particular duo, Derek and Henry were waiting in a corner for their friend. I soon joined them at their spot, holding a glass of wine just like they did and got Aurora one.

to the family business. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Andrea, the Zaveri company was facing its most significant crisis yet. Mr. Zaveri's reckless investments and mismanagement had plunged the company into deep debt. Desperate to salvage his reputation and the family legacy, Mr. Zaveri sought a solution that would restore their fortunes.

“Senior partner. Rivers Law. It’s our private firm.” My jaw dropped slightly. “How many businesses do you people own?” Ledger grinned beside me. “What do you think?” It was a rhetorical question, of course. These guys could not be called a family anymore. They were more than that. Perhaps, they were closer to being called a clan or an empire. This just confirmed it. Everyone in this family had a job or business that served the family in one way or another.”

August never once mentioned any family member that was affiliated with the mob, or was he part of it himself and refused to tell me for all these years? “Just his wife, no one else.” My breathing strained, I could feel the heavy weight cresting on the top again. There were so many things I had to do, but it was almost impossible. I was struggling to grasp the basics of running a business, now there was a mafia after me? I sniffled, “okay, I have an idea.” “What?” “What if I give his wife the mafia to control? What if she becomes the boss of it while I run the business?” hope climbed to the edge of my teeth, the words oozing with faith that I had found the solution.

I told them the separation papers were notarized. If they were so concerned, they could call Brian. They just thought I was easier to pressure. I changed my number. When the company mentioned expanding out of state, I volunteered. These days, my only connection to that family is the monthly payment I send to the nursing home. Three years later, I was promoted to business manager. I didn't move back to that city. I bought a small apartment near my new office with a mortgage. I didn't rush into dating. I focused on my career.

A month later, armed with my genuine near-perfect scores, I got my acceptance letter to Harvard. As the only legal heir, I took over the board of our family empire. "Throw them all out." Sitting in my grandfather's CEO chair, I gave my first order to the head of security. Chloe was dragged out of the penthouse by security, screaming and cursing my name. Mason cried like a baby, kneeling and begging me for a chance. Cousin Brianna stayed arrogant, claiming I was destroying the family. I didn't give any of them a second glance.