Guerra De Negocios Novels & Stories

It was usually a great wave to ride and some easy money to be made. After spending the next two hours reading up on the latest financial news and political statements, Dawn locked in his orders and browsed through the Asian market. There seemed to be another war between the police and the triad groups. Thankfully, none of them were Dawn’s previous business partners or allies. However, that reminded Dawn about the allies he wanted to reach out to now that Ricardo had taken over his family.

“Of you and Uncle Nick fighting about boats and money. He said our family is broken and weird.” Ethan’s face darkened with anger. “Who is this Marcus? I’ll call his parents—” “That won’t help,” Cara interjected softly. “The problem isn’t Marcus. It’s what he’s repeating from the financial news his parents probably discuss at dinner.” “Show him,” I suggested, pushing the newspaper toward Ethan. He set James down to read the headline, his expression grim. “I didn’t realize it had gotten this public.” “Of course it’s public,” I said acidly. “Two major shipping companies suddenly engaged in a territorial war? The business press lives for this kind of drama.”

Another part wondered what he was planning with that money, and whether the damage had already begun. Either way, something had shifted tonight. The distance between us wasn't just emotional anymore. It was business now. Or to put it more plainly… This was a declaration of war. *****

Business was business; one would either win or lose. He could not even call Orion wrong since they were all businesspeople. Price wars were nothing unusual. "Don't worry, Grandpa. I'll think it through carefully before making any moves."

My heartbeat slowed, not from calm but from realization. ‘Impossible,’ I thought in disbelief. The underworld hated sharing territory, they always competed or killed each other. They never… Worked together. Unless— My phone rang again. And this time, it was my father. The moment I answered, his furious voice exploded through the speaker. "What the hell did you do?" I frowned. "What are you talking about, father?" "Our European partners just suspended every ongoing negotiation!" I gasped. "What?" "They said they refuse to do business with anyone who is currently at war with Castellano!"

If she was harmed, especially by Yin, it would be an open insult to Xen, and both countries may be plunged back into war. When this happened, it would cause a ripple effect, other eastern countries would be forced to take sides, and more countries may resume their own wars, since Yin and Xen had been the leading example for peace. As Racheal returned to read through the tweets, she could see the fear evident from the citizens of Yin. They were scared that their peace that was less than two months old was about to be taken away. Business owners complained the most. Prices of goods had slowly begun to rise up since the pictures of her leaving the hospital circulated, everyone was holding on to

Elena was suddenly aware of how shabby her cardboard boxes looked next to everything in the estate. Elena swallowed and tried to keep her cool. Massimo smiled as he helped Elena set up her bedroom. He decided the best approach to this entire situation with Elena was to think of it as a business deal. Since he was a top businessman, this was the only way he could guarantee success. Massimo knew what he wanted—Elena. So, like in any of his countless business deals, Massimo knew he had to be ruthless. When business deals stalled, Massimo had many ways of restarting negotiations—or, better yet, making negotiations irrelevant. One of the most peaceful but effective ways of doing this was buying o

“So the real war is no longer about ports.” Cassian looked at her. “No.” He looked back at the city lights. “It is about the future of global trade.” And somewhere in the distance, Elena Varga was already preparing her next move. The war had just entered a new stage. And now there were three players on the board. Cassian Blackridge. Elena Varga. Sebastian Vale. Three powerful minds. One global battlefield. And the future of trade hanging in the balance.

Sophie and Jaime answered in unison, “Yes!” Sheldon nodded and continued, “You should think more, not only about your grandfather’s strategic layout but also his tactical arrangement. The older generation said that business is like battlefields, and it was indeed like that back in those days. However, the world has been largely peaceful for decades since World War II, and people have been comfortable for too long that their bloodlust has become weaker and weaker. The gap between business and battlefields have grown wider and wider…” Sophie said seriously, “Dad, you are absolutely right. Bloodlust and ruthlessness are something Jaime and I have to try our best to make up for.”

“Ah, Nicholas De Luca. I was wondering when the dog would bark.” His words were like gasoline on an open flame. “I see you have grown balls! You’ve made a mistake, Rivera,” I growled. “I don’t give room for riff-rafts and I most definitely would not tolerate one as my competition.” “Competition?” Marco’s voice dripped with mockery. “Nicholas, this is business. Surely you understand that?” “This isn’t business,” I spat. “This is war. And you’ve picked the wrong enemy.”