Mi Papá Es Ceo Novels & Stories

"No one would ever believe that, Dad. Everyone thinks I'm incapable of doing anything without your instructions. I'm just a dramatic real-life Barbie in their eyes." His expression shifted, and he frowned. "Fine," he said, leaning back in his chair. "What is it?" I hesitated, then flashed an image of Henry on my phone. "Do you know this man?" I asked, studying my father's reaction. His eyes constricted as he took in Henry's photo. "Who is he?" "CEO of Thompson Holdings," I replied. "Isn't that a construction company?" I nodded, "Yes." His gaze snapped back to mine, his interest piqued. "So?" He asked, impatient.

Harrison snorted and straightened up in his chair. "You know perfectly well that we are experts in, my father is an excellent CPA, Megan is going to college so far, I am an administrator, I was the CEO of our old company, and my mother is the only one who does not have professional certification. "Women in my time were dedicated to the home, honey, but I consider myself capable of attending to any administrative position," Emma interrupted her son. "I think everything you're telling me is very good, but for me and my company, what works for us is an endorsed certification, but if they don't have it, then I'll have to place them in the available positions, anyone could do those jobs.

He said with conviction. "Ah... So you're not going home anymore, have you stopped loving that arrogant husband of yours? "He's not arrogant. "The guy is handsome, elegant and arrogant, no argument you won the lottery, who would have thought that today you would be married to the guy who almost owns the town, his business dominates the town. "But why the greed, your father is also mega rich. "He's rich, not mega either, but tell me, what's it like?" he asked changing the subject, leaving Luz confused without knowing what it was about.

My mother since childhood always told me that the person who would take care of the company was my sister, and that she would do everything for her to have the best marriage, although my grandfather who passed away 6 years ago protected me from them, in the end, after his death, they showed their strength, and sometimes I wondered, was I really the Muller's daughter? I had nothing to do with my parents, they were blond with green eyes, and while I was brunette, and I have heard rumors that my father had a mistress, but never found proof, so I just put it in my head that they made it up to get to me. "I always forget about it, that's why I didn't tell you about it, and now that we're in the c

Oliver Smith, she couldn't stop thinking about what Mrs Oliver Smith said about getting her engaged to the young CEO, especially after her mother Helga couldn't stop being happy and talking about it. "Did you hear what your new grandparents said? That you will be engaged to the young CEO, I mean, that is the best and great news I have heard, I can't wait for you to get engaged to the CEO, I mean, at least you will leave that motherfucker pain in the ass of a boy called, Marcus," Helga said.

After drinking water and relaxing for a minute I said my view. “I don’t want to get married now Papa,” I told him. “Listen to me, they are a good family. He is the son of your Mumma’s childhood best friend. He is a good person. He is an MBA graduate. He is handling his family business. He is the CEO of the Industries.” Papa said.

"This is my father's company-- "You seem to have forgotten that my husband is now CEO of everything 'Horatios'. He has just as much right as your father, and as his wife and head of this company, I believe I have the right to usher you out of my office if I don't find the purpose of your visit beneficial in any way." Renard cast his gaze down for a moment, chuckling dryly to himself. He stared up at her with a smirk, "is it not confusing that you're pregnant, you claim it's your husband's but you don't want to let him know about it?"

A Business Dealer? Maybe it wasn't her father after all.. and she recalled wrongly. "My father was a poor man... I don't think it's him, Sir." She said meekly. "Your father is Mr. Peter Maxwell? No? He asked. "The business we both made was so simple. I was the Creditor.. and he was the debtor. I borrowed a lot of money Gattino... Five Million Dollars is not a small amount sweetheart." He chuckled. "Five Million Dollars? He borrowed Five Million Dollars??" Her eyes dilated.

Another one laughed, okay, it was really hard to distinguish between them, she tucked her brown hair aside, "Seriously girl, lighten up to us. We don't bite, we are just friends." "I can see." Boldness emitted from Zoey's face. "We all know who you are, you are Zoey Hart." The blonde man was speaking now, so Zoey turned to him, "I am Leonard, but you can call me Leo, I am the president's son, not this country though." He laughed. "Oh. Shut up," The sandy-blonde lady was laughing hard, "He's just the step-son of the president," "Whatever, I am a CEO, and oh. I sing." His winked at her seductively.

When I entered my I was greeted by my old man aka my father Javier Vasilios former CEO of the company. He was sitting in the sit with a times magazine in his hand, when he noticed me in the room he left the magazine back down and stood up “Ares “ he greeted, I nodded and replied “good morning father” he looked at me from head to toe and then looked at Maddox, I could tell that everything was turning on his head and he probably figured out that I had a wild / rough night “ I can see you had a rough night hence you paying the price of it with this hangover, you should tell your secretary to bring you some painkillers for the headache since you are going to be attending a lot of meeting” he fin