Istri Ceo Melarikan Diri Mga Nobela at Kwento

This had to be some horrible misunderstanding. "My boss?" she whispered.The staff member nodded weakly."The sample used during your procedure was registered under Mr. Alexander Mikkelson's donor file."Eva felt her heart stop.Alexander's donor file?Alexander?Her boss?,The billionaire CEOThe room suddenly felt so small,too hot,too overwhelming.She couldn't think,Couldn't breathe,Couldn't process any of it.Alexander stared at the file in disbelief.Then at Eva. Then back to the file.His jaw tightened.

“Listen to me….Once I do this job, I want out… no more jobs, no more missions. I am fucking retired now….respect that.” “You know the only way out is death, Kirill…you knew this before you signed your agreement in blood…. there's no going back from this, so just play good employee. The money will be wired to your account in twelve hours.” “I don’t want it.” I hissed. “I have enough of my own from my legitimate business.”

So, three months later, Chloe Stewart would move to work at the new headquarters in city A as director of the human resources department. Almost a week has passed since Katherine was accepted as CEO's secretary. Every day, except for announcing the work schedule with Louis, buying breakfast, and lunch, and preparing coffee for him, she and Louis didn’t seem to have a chance to talk privately. There were some things she needed to talk to him privately in order to solve her problems. The job of a CEO was extremely hectic. After all, Katherine thought, she would accompany him to many social drinking parties in the future, like this evening for example.

After Fatima explained everything, Will sat there in silence as he comprehended everything that was said. Thirty minutes later, Grian went on top of the stage to give his speech. Everyone was focused and silent as they all watched. "Good evening, everyone. I would like to thank everyone for coming to this event tonight. It's a pleasure to have all of you here as you, and everyone else witnesses the new beginning. I would like to formally introduce myself again, I am Grian Melarnd, the CEO of the company. Perhaps you may have known me as the secretary before, or even known me as the closest friend with the former CEO. Yes, he made some mistakes. I know it was shocking to everyone due to what

There wasn't much left for me to do as a shareholder that people didn't like in the company. After two hours, I loosened the first button of my shirt and proceeded to order a drink because I was feeling thirsty. I was almost at the elevator when I suddenly heard a television talking. It was the television that was at the reception area where visitors are directed to. "The CEO of Gilmore company has been arrested for crimes listed above; cyber bullying, fraudulent activities like using fraudulent fake accounts, spreading of fake products....there are series of investigations going on while Mr Eirik Jones has been detained."

Jason asked. “Eldrian? Wait a minute, Mr. Jason isn't joking, right? Eldrian is our CEO? It must be someone's fault! Isn't that right for the CEO to become an Office Boy at the branch office?" said Ilona. "I'm not sure either, Ilona, ​​but have you heard rumors about the character of our CEO? He often goes undercover at the branch office to see whether the office management is running well or whether there are problems, even in Kalimantan yesterday, you heard that Mr. Eldrian employed private detectives to disguise themselves as branch employees! What can't he do Ilona!” Jason explained.

—bitch! That fucking creep is lying to Christine. She doesn't even know it. "WHAT?!" I demand in shock. Calvin explains everything in full detail. I have too many questions that he can't answer running in my head right now. "Look, I don't know what else to tell you. That man's real name is Vittorio Stanzolio, and he's the CEO of the Dolce company. His advanced technologies will be beneficial to the Danials' Corporation. His net worth is-" I interrupt Calvin before he continues.

So much for his efforts to keep their relationship discreet; once over the past two weeks, Andre had handed his phone over to the chief secretary to connect to the projector, forgetting indeed the image which occupied the confines of his screensaver with the grace of its owner. He had been smart enough to make up a shitty excuse about needing his phone and returned it to Andre, who had quickly realised and bit his bottom lip in embarrassment. But the flushing of the young CEO's cheeks couldn't be anywhere compared to what he felt as those spectators silently regarded them, their eyes alternating between him and the fashion technician whose blush reddened her skin. And what had they done? Aft