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'Bespoke Order and Design World' Susan read out the name of the company from the complimentary card that had arrived in her mail with her employment letter and other company documents that she would need while she was joining them. '300 Acre boulevard' she added. That was the address of the company. She hailed a taxi anxiously, and read the address of the place out to the driver. 'Oh, remarkable. You work there ma'am?' the driver asked her. Susan nodded affirmatively. From what she had researched about the company, it was very reputable. It was one of those companies that gave one fulfilment in life just by stepping inside the building. And it was situated in a cosy area of town as well. The

“I’m not. What was the name of the other company you contacted?” “BDM Incorporated. They’re based out of Chicago. Anyway, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? I’m screwed.” She spun on the bootheel and disappeared around the corner. Jack clenched his fist by his side. BDM. His former partner Baxter’s company. Baxter’s luxury of blithely turning down work, when Jack raced all over the damn country taking every job in every podunk town from Barrow, Alaska to Bangor, Maine, burned his ass.

Still smiling, she threw in, "Mr. Cromwell and I have a client meeting later. Just leave the docs on his desk. Oh—and tidy up his office before you go." Then she strutted off like she owned the floor, heels clicking, mood sky-high. Around me, the office fell quiet. My coworkers shot me that awkward look—half pity, half helpless. Everyone knew Derrick Cromwell, CEO of Vantrel Corp, was my fiancé. Everyone also knew he blatantly played favorites, and Molly was his number one. He'd yanked her from another firm, made her director, then handed her a million-dollar project I'd busted two months bringing in and prepping.

He swallowed, his throat bobbed and he looked like he didn't want to be here. “Spit it out. I don't have all day.” “Right.” He straightened and glanced at the papers in his hand. “There’s been a mistake, sir.” My head shot up. I glared at him and he wilted. I cleared my throat and said, “What company?” “The Beijing corp, sir.” Ice shot through my veins as I heard the company’s name. It was the most important company we had worked on for a long while. I cleared my throat and said, “What was the mistake?”

"I've worked with you for six years, and I still can't predict how your mind works." "You don't have to." She closed one of the financial reports. "You only have to play your part." "...Understood, Ma'am." "I'll arrange the meeting with Blackgold Company." "Good." She ended the call and placed the phone back on the desk. The room fell silent once more. Madelyn looked at the company logo glowing across the center monitor. ERLINGTON GROUP A company worth billions. A name feared in boardrooms across the globe. Unofficially... It belonged to someone else.

Just nodded. Now I need to tell you something, she said. In the hotel room. Page fourteen. There was something else besides the name. A company. Listed as a current active entity. Registered eighteen months ago. His pace didn't change but something in it did. I didn't say anything in the room, she said. Because Richard was there. She told him the company name. Arch Global acquired a New Jersey logistics company eighteen months ago, he said. Small deal. Routine. Daniel processed the paperwork.

Richie bawled springing up front his chair, disappointed that he’d even sat down to listen to half of Gordons nonsense. As Richie proceeded to walk out of his office, he was halted by the words that came out of Gordons mouth. “The meeting you have to attend to, it’s about your company and mine so you can spare me a minute, can’t you?”. Richie turned around to face Gordons not surprised by how low he was willing to stoop. BVD INCORPORATION, his grandfather’s company and LRC LARC, Gordons company had been in partnership for over 5years doing well, just business.

Others were of the opinion that the business in question had been operating for a considerable amount of time, despite the widespread belief that this was not the case. “Who exactly makes up the MG company and what services do they provide? Why did we not know about this earlier and why did we just find out about it now? Is it only within the most recent of times that the company has been able to get out of the red? A member of the Twitter community who goes by the handle @uniquegirl asked a question using that handle. “Why would a reputable company such as the Deluxe company collaborate with an inexperienced person who lacked any kind of social standing?”

Mrs Bennet smiled mesmerizingly at her daughters. Red hugged her and they cut the cake to celebrate this memorable event. They were eating the cake and Red said, "When I will become famous, Bertha. You will handle my accounts." "Nah. I have another place in my mind to work... but.. Um.. Yours is fine as well." Bertha shrugged. "Where do you want to work?" Mrs Bennet asked. "At Graves Shipment. They are the world's largest Road shipment company. But I can't work there." Bertha explained.

But on the other hand, doubts haunted her. Jeverson Property Limited is the name of a company owned by a British conglomerate family. It was in the property business and controlled almost half of all property sales in the city and surrounding areas. Jolie had heard of them many times. Getting a job offer from such a big company was an honour. Jolie was not going to pass up this golden opportunity.