Goodbye My Ceo Novels & Stories

“He can let you off the hook tonight.” A pang of guilt shot through me. I knew I hadn’t been spending time with her since we got back to Las Vegas, but hey, it was July. Dealing with her and her overbearing father everyday was enough torture on my part. I cleaned sweat off my body with the towel, giving myself time to reply. “I’m sorry,” I said finally, managing at least some sincerity. “I wish I could go. Really, I do. The dinner sounds a lot better than going to the border to negotiate deals. You know how much I hate to go, but this is important to your father ."

They were right, Callum may not have feelings for me but I don't deserve his aggressive behaviour towards me. I have finally decided. I will get a divorce. Screw the contract. Callum doesn't deserve me. I walked into my new office room. When I decided to quit Anderson corporation, I landed myself a post as a manager in a new publishing company. It's the best thing I ever do. “Morning honey” Grace walked in with a cup of coffee in her hand. She's the CEO of a parallel Publishing company and also my boss who is perfect and much more gentle than my ex-boss.

So she was comfortable with him. After packing, she went to Shayla's office. "I'm sad to let you go," Shayla said. "You have the potential to sell off a whole condominium building in few days." "That's too much," she laughed. But she was grateful to know that her manager trusted her that much. "But well, CEO's orders," she crossed her arms over her chest and raised a brow at her. "I knew something was off when I didn't even get a glimpse of your resume, Dana Smith."

He dares me by asking, and I stand on my feet, my height causing me to tower over him. I chuckle without humor. “Let me remind you, Jimmy.” I say his name without any form of handle. “You say I am not your CEO, and guess what?” I give him a few seconds to answer and he doesn’t, as expected. “You’re right!” I say enthusiastically. “I am not your CEO because you don’t work for me anymore!” I continue my rant and he looks at me intently, intrigued about where I am taking all this. “You are fired, so pack your dumb trashy documents and leave the building, before I get security to drag you out.” I spit the words out of my mouth without any remorse.

I honestly can't stand that prick but thank God he was soon going to leave the company . After meeting our new boss Mr Adrian Baldwin , l was a bit happy that we now have him as our CEO . " Yes Mr Justin " , l murmured professionally . " Mr Adrian , me and Henry would like to speak to you , would you please make your way to my office " , He uttered out before he walked away .

I'll be fine. THE END.

I closed my eyes and sighed as I saw Gerard's name. "H-hello?" "Gwyn! I just want to say good luck in your meeting today. I know you can do it. The CEO of that company is kind. "I know he's kind. He's very kind, especially to me. "Thank you, sir." I no longer knew what to say. I want to say that I will step down but I don't want them to think that they made the wrong decision in choosing me. They trust me too much, conscientiously. My feet were heavy as I walked into the building.

Unlike the crippled Sagara. Who doesn't know that Sagara, the CEO of Samudra Group, has experienced permanent leg paralysis after getting a car accident two months ago. Even though right now Sagara is the CEO of Samudra Group, in a few months he will definitely be replaced by his own older brother, Awan Bhumi Saputra when the next board of directors meeting is held. "I have to run away from this marriage." Viola determined herself. "I really don't want to have a disabled husband like Sagara."

“Do not thank me, Sandra. Just live it right this time.” “I will.” “Good. Then my job here is done.” “You are still dramatic.” “Family trait.” “Then I will keep it alive.” “You better.” “…You really are leaving, are you not?” “Yeah.” “So this is it?” “This is it.” “You are not going to hug me goodbye?” “I was hoping you would ask.” “Idiot.” “Takes one to know one.” “Go before I change my mind and fire you.” “You can’t fire me anymore, CEO.”

he barked. “I’m sorry, boss. My car broke down, and it was hard getting a cab,” I explained, trying to keep my composure. “Oh, spare me the excuses!” he shouted. “You know what? I’m not doing this with you anymore. You’re fired!” “What?” I gasped, stunned. “Please, boss, it won’t happen again. I promise,” I begged, eyes pleading. “No,” he snapped. “Get out. I don’t ever want to see you in this building again!”