Romans & histoires Ghosted Jm Darhower

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, on behalf of DG Limited, I, CEO Daniel Gomez, would like to extend our sincerest apologies to all those affected by the tragic shooting that occurred during our anniversary celebration. While words cannot adequately comfort those who lost loved ones, I humbly ask that you find it in your hearts to forgive us." I addressed the crowd of reporters, my voice somber amidst the clicking cameras and live press conference chaos. "What was meant to be a joyous occasion turned into a tragic event. We, as a company, are grieving, especially for the loss of our dear business partner and friend, Mr. Anthony Huang. Words cannot express our remorse

She switched on the television and a news channel came on. "Just in," said a blonde middle-aged woman in a sky-blue blazer said to the camera. "Founder and CEO of Jover Anvil, Maurice Jover was found dead in his million dollar mansion, cause of death is still being determined" Diana made herself some toast waffles with purple jam and came to the living room and sat down. She was not interested in the news, so she changed the channel. Her phone rang and she picked it up to see an unknown number flashing on the screen. Hesitantly she answered. "Hello?" she said, unsure of who might be on the other end.

Kimberly smiled and nodded her head. 'Urgh! Why is she smiling when she's at the point of getting fired? Crazy girl' Mr Ben walked out of the room to his office. *************************************** "Did you meet my secretary? I asked her to represent me." Damien talked over the phone to Steven. "Oh! Your secretary, she......" Gerald collected the phone from him and placed it to his ear. "Why aren't you there? We would have talked in person." Gerald fumed. "Who are you? Oh! I guess you are the CEO. Well, i had something urgent to attend to and i won't be around. You can still come over if you want or you wait till tomorrow."

They were busy either typing away on their phones, chatting amongst themselves, or just sitting on their own, unbothered by every one else. My phone pinged dully and vibrated with a new notification. I looked to see it was a new email; I clicked on the notification and the G***l app loaded and opened to reveal the email was from JDD Constructs, Dad's company. I quickly skimmed through the message. Dear Mr and Mrs Danielle Valentino, You are cordially invited to the annual Summer Gala and 28th anniversary of JDD Constructs, hosted by our genial Founder and CEO, Mr Jack Dawson, on the 7th of August, 2021.

Something buried. My mind drifted backward, years ago now. School fundraisers. Political dinners. Charity auctions at the governor's estate. I remember a little girl clinging to her mother's skirt. Silent. Watching. Unsmiling. Could that have been her? God. What was her mother's name? I shook the thought away, irritated. I didn't like ghosts. I didn't believe in them. The past stayed in the past, where it belonged. And yet. I reached for my phone, tapping through old notes from HR. Jana had applied once before, years ago. Rejected. That was before I overhauled our vetting process. Back when we were still scrambling after the scandal. Her name hadn't come up again until now.

'I want to have her, Delilah,' Daniel whispered in his heart. GREY'S APARTMENT Grey has just returned from dropping off his boss James Harristian at his luxurious Penthouse. He opened his shirt and took it off before placing it in a basket filled with dirty clothes. Still undressed, Grey sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through his hair a few times. His elbows then pressed against the tips of his knees and his eyes fell on the carpeted floor. Grey has been alone for a long time. Too long, though. Since he became a member of Daga Nero, Grey had less time to date, especially when he was James' assistant. James had even offered some pretty women to choose from in Dubrich, but Grey alwa

Jaxson was so obsessed with his unfounded suspicions that it began to affect my work life. Damon hesitates for a moment, his fingers trembling slightly as he relives that painful memory. But he knows he needs to be fully honest with Eli, to lay all his cards on the table so that there can be no misunderstandings between them. Damon: Last year, a potential investor reached out to me about a major project. They were impressed with my ideas and wanted to discuss collaborating further.I'll never forget the day I found out that Jaxson had intercepted that email, deleted it without my knowledge, all because the investor had made a harmless, respectful compliment about my..charms, I suppose you cou

"Thank you all for coming today. As we all know, it has been eight long months since President Kenny Dawson disappeared. Today, we are here to make an important decision for the future of Dawson’s International.” Everyone listened quietly, waiting for the announcement that the majority already knew. The chairman continued, “After deep discussions between the management, shareholders and investors, we have decided to appoint Mr. Harrison James as the new president of Dawsons International Limited to lead this company forward.” People started clapping, but just before the chairman could hand over the papers to Harrison, the large glass doors of the conference room suddenly opened with a loud s

He was hunched over three monitors, furiously typing, his brows scrunched together like someone just told him Santa was a fraud. “What are we hacking today?” I asked lightly, setting his coffee down next to him. “You’re not gonna believe this,” he said, still staring at the screen, voice low and tight. “You might wanna sit down.” I raised a brow. “This better not be about some mistress’s bank account again. I am not interested in Mayor Alonzo’s harem.” He finally turned, his face a mix of concern and something close to disbelief. “It’s Darren Johnson.” That got my attention.

At the door, Parker quietly gave the assistant a look, reminding her not to disturb Damon. Damon did not move for a long time and was just staring blankly at a corner in the distant void. "Parker, what’s up with the CEO today? He seemed to be out of it throughout the meeting," the new assistant asked gently. "Today is the wedding anniversary of Mr. Damon and his wife." "Ah, the one who unfortunately passed away six months ago—" Parker hurriedly covered the assistant’s mouth to stop her from saying another word. The name Jeanette Leighton had become taboo in the entire office a long time ago.