Michael Moscovitz Novels & Stories

And I knew he was right. Right now, I was scrolling through my system, reading updates on my company. I owned the largest business in the kingdom, a conglomerate that spanned across various industries from technology to healthcare and hospitality, employing thousands of people and driving the economy forward. After seeing that all was right, I shut down my system and rose from my seat and walked back to my room.

and there he was. Mr. Gabriel Hawthorne. A tall well built man in his early thirties, with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and piercing blue eyes In short, this man was breath taking He was one of the richest men in the world...a self-made billionaire known for his innovative tech companies that changed entire industries. People said he had a brilliant mind that could predict the future of business. But he clearly had weird interests “Elias Mitchell . Right on time. Strip.” He said no hello,no pleasantries. Just that single command.

She paused, then added the kicker. "Marcus's business partner will be there. Noah West? Marcus says he's a total genius. Dropped out of MIT to build the startup? He's a billionaire now. Featured in Forbes 30 Under 30. Since you’re so into... computers and stuff, I thought you’d want to meet him." My heart skipped a beat. Noah West. The CEO of NeXus. The man who wrote the kernel code for the Titan engine when he was nineteen. He was intense, driven, and notoriously private. I’d studied his code like other women studied scripture.

, Mr Mike requested “That will not be a problem”, I answered We bade each other goodbye and he call ended. Mr Mike is the CEO of Elvis Holdings, He is a very busy person as he attends to his business empire everywhere around the world, “It is indeed a rare privilege that we got this project”, I exclaimed to myself

he said and his step mother yelled more "don't you ever try that Asher don't..she was still talking when he ended the call and threw the phone back to the table. What nonsense is all this how can she get a girl for me to marry did I in any way tell her or anyone that I need a s**t who wants nothing but my money.wh**es everywhere. My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed.

It made my fork feel heavy, my throat dry. Michael finally cleared his throat. “Melissa, how have you been settling in? Is the room alright?” I looked up, startled, and gave a quick, polite smile. “Fine.” My voice came out small, tight. I looked up at the man, with his well-defined arms and ripped chest that seemed it could burst out of his shirt any minute. I could gobble him up. Melissa get a hold of yourself Michael nodded, then turned to the man. “Melissa, this is Jamal Adams - my best friend and the co-founder of Withmoore Industries. He’s also the C.O.O. He’s here to support me during all this and help with the arrangements.”

The officer inquired. Jasper sighed as he peered at the officer's name tag. “Officer Sutton, I'm an upstanding citizen, a rising pillar of my community and a successful name in the tech industry. My name is Jasper Mason and I'm the CEO of Maksoft Technology Company. You can run a quick internet search to verify this information.” Jasper explained slowly and confidently.

"You caught me by surprise. Just for a moment, I thought you were my wife, and I know she´s not here today. There is a striking resemblance." My Master says, "Charlotte, Michael, can I introduce Richard Haswell, founder and CEO of the Haswell Corporation." I reach to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr Haswell." He takes my hand, shaking it briskly. Richard Haswell is a handsome man, strikingly so. But more than that, he has an air about him, carrying himself with poise. He reeks of power and authority. And this is his project...

Lots of it. I show the screen to Julian. "Early morning." "Then we should use tonight." He pulls me closer. "Have you eaten?" "I had toast." "Burnt?" "It's tradition." He laughs, a quick, clean sound. And for a moment, everything sits exactly where it should. Not perfect. Not easy. But ours. Built from nothing. Earned the hard way. Worth more than any empire. Then I glance back at the email and my breath catches. Tech startup in Ann Arbor. CEO is a guy named Marcus Webb. No relation to the security detail, I assume. But here's the thing. The company's biggest investor is Victor Croft.

Everyone joined him in the toast, glasses clattering, renting the air. Zach was the owner of ZACH TECH. The largest tech company in the state. His gadgets were in high demand. He was Michael's best friend. A wiry short guy in his early thirties. Michael chuckled and nodded in appreciation.