Goodbye My Ceo Novels & Stories

(The New CEO) November 31st, 10pm to be exact, Grayson Hunter stepped down from his position as the CEO of Hunter's Group. He worked half of his life to be here, missed out on the fun of being a young man, never spent Christmas or his birthday with anyone, almost developed a eating disorder with his constant lack of a balance meal and all for what? all for his father to throw it away with some stupid marriage proposal.

After I read her texts, I replied to the hospital staff, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid you have the wrong number." I didn't bother going to the hospital. However, I did notify Pauline about Caleb's accident. Caleb was discharged from the hospital three months later. He had lost a great deal of weight and looked as though a breeze was enough to bowl him over. He looked nothing like the successful and driven individual he used to be. He said, "Ophelia, I'm sorry. I agree to the divorce." I shot a look at the hand hanging at his side, aware that he had lost all sensation in that arm. Nevertheless, I felt nothing as I answered calmly, "Good."

I said smiling when her image flashed across my mind, “Oh, how sweet! I am delighted for you. I know how much you value this company and I was a witness to how you suffered from the idea of losing it. I am glad you found someone to share all of that with, and she turned out to be the CEO of CGC.” We both laughed and shared a few pleasantries. She mentioned how thrilled she was at the whole thing, and I humored her. We bid each other farewell and I rode the elevator up to my office. I fished the phone out of my pocket and send a quick message to Elizabeth, informing her about how things played out. She replied to me with tongue-out emojis and I found myself grinning like an idiot. Just a smal

He mentioned Alex once, in a single paragraph near the end, and what he said was that Cavendish Corp's current CEO appeared to have had no knowledge of the arrangement and had been cooperating fully since being made aware. He mentioned me once. In a footnote almost. The CEO's wife, currently separated, not implicated in any aspect of the investigation. I put the phone down and sat there for a moment. Nina knocked and pushed the door open. She had her own phone in her hand and the expression of someone who had also been awake since before the article went up. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Yes," I said. And then, "She's really going to face it." Nina came and sat at the end of the bed. "Yes," sh

Repeat until your facial muscles begin filing formal complaints with your brain. “Eve, let’s go say hello over there,” Sebastian said enthusiastically, handing me yet another glass of champagne like a stage prop. “That’s Clark Chou. CEO of the company ranked third this year in the new energy sector.” He was already trying to steer me in that direction. Five minutes later, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m going to the restroom,” I told him. And I escaped. Not the dramatic kind where you climb out a window or fake an urgent phone call.

One of the reporters asked. CEO Martins signaled to the bodyguards to push the reporters back. He adjusted his sunglasses and let out a sigh. Nobody knew what was in his mind. Nobody knew what he wanted to say. Everybody was waiting for him to speak up. Teresa's heart raced and she could hear it. "As the CEO of Shine Modeling Agency, with sadness, I am here to announce that the company and its staff cease to work with Miss. Teresa Campbell. Letting her go wasn't easy because she had been with us longer than other models but some decisions are just the best. We wish her well in her endeavors and as she moves further in the entertainment industry. We won't be open for any interview so I will a

A clean transaction to close the night and erase any claim I might think I had. My hand shook as I took the pen. Pride screamed at me to throw it back in his face, to tell him I wanted nothing from him except the door and the chance to forget. But need—raw, practical need after Ethan’s betrayal and the sudden absence of the future I had planned—made me press the tip to the paper. The ink flowed smooth and dark. I wrote the number carefully, each zero deliberate, the commas neat. One hundred thousand dollars. I handed the cheque and pen back to the secretary. He glanced at the figure once, showed no reaction whatsoever, and returned to Alexander’s side. Alexander did not look at the amount. H

“Vanilla oat milk. You look like you needed it.” I stared at it for a second, brows lifting. “You guessed that?” “Lucky guess. Or maybe I’m just observant,” he said, sipping from his own cup. A surprised laugh escaped me before I could help it. I shook my head. “You always charm your way around like this?” “Only when it works.” He flashed a grin and leaned back against the table beside me. “So, how’s the mighty CEO of Maison Evana holding up?” “Barely,” I replied, taking a grateful sip of the drink. “I’m one missed deadline away from a meltdown.”

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

“For good?” Brenda nodded, and even though she was smiling, there was this sad look in her eyes, like she knew this wasn’t going to be easy for either of us. “Yeah. I gave Mr. Lawrence my notice. Today’s my last day. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was scared. I didn’t know how to say it without getting you upset or making it feel like I was abandoning you.” I let out a shaky laugh, even though there was this ache growing inside my chest. “Wow, so you’re really leaving me to rot here, huh? Just gonna run off and live your perfect life while I’m stuck with spreadsheets and paperwork.”