Novelas y relatos de Mr Ceo

However, the host of the evening was already leading the man toward them. "Mr. Yoder, Ms. Rodriguez, allow me to introduce Mr. Conrad Mercer, the CEO of the Mercer Corporation in Havenport. He's currently exploring opportunities in semiconductor equipment and industrial robotics. I thought you might have some common ground, so why don't you get acquainted?"

In fact, he was one of the highly respected CEO’s there. “On today’s news, these are reputable men in the state that have excelled over the years and expanded their companies beyond expectations. These are men of value, honor, influence, and standard. They have stood at the forefront of their companies and showed the world what it means to rule…” the TV presenter was saying. I noticed that Mr. Vale could not get his eyes off Syrus. There were other businessmen there, mixed with Syrus, but somehow, he managed to pick him out of the small crowd.

“Do you know anything about him?” Brenda raised an eyebrow, clearly excited to talk about this new CEO. “Well, I haven’t met him yet, but I heard he’s young, super smart, and he’s done amazing things at other companies. They say he’s got the looks, too, and is one of those guys who knows how to get things done. I’m telling you, Trace, he’s the kind of guy you just have to see to believe.” I laughed, even if it was a small laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him. Finally, seated at the top of this deadly circus of a meeting was Leonardo Costa. The don himself, a man of power and presence. In his late fifties, the man was still able to command the room with a quiet authority. His salt-pepper hair is slicked back, and his eyes are hard, reading the thoughts of everyone in the room. Though older, his mind is as sharp as ever, and his loyalty to his family remains unshakeable.

he paused, observing all reactions. I felt my legs giving way. "Nevertheless, I'd like to introduce to everyone here our new CEO. Mr Owen Vitmoz." His voice like an alarm announced and then, the whole room rippled with loud gasps. I saw Owen's lips slightly drawn to one side as his eyes now scanned everyone once more, then returned to me again. My hand instinctively found Emily's. "I am Owen Vitmoz, the new CEO of Riciox and I'll be looking forward to working with everyone of you." His voice rumbled, sending chills down the hall, no one knowing what move to make.

But Antonio was so caught up in trying to make money that he ignored those very important parts. But it did not matter what her misgivings were. At the end of the day, she wasn’t the owner of the company. That position belonged to Antonio. So what he said was what was. Otherwise, he would simply go on and on about how she didn’t understand how these things were, and that as long as she kept making good perfume, all would be well, and she didn’t have to stress her ‘pretty head’ about anything else. He once told her that once the company became bigger and better, then she could have the biggest name in the perfume world.

I've caught myself staring at his hands in meetings more times than I'll admit. Richard Hartley, CFO. Tall, lean, silver fox with wire-rimmed glasses that make him look like a professor. Old money. Old power. The kind of man who's never been told no in his life. Marcus Webb, Chief Marketing Officer. Black, beautiful, built like he spends his mornings in the gym instead of the boardroom. Youngest member of the C-suite at forty-two. Rumor says he's hung like a horse. I've wondered. And at the head of the table – James Morrison, CEO. The man who built this company from nothing. Sixty-three years old, silver hair, steel-blue eyes that see everything and give away nothing. He's worth more than so

My face lit up instantly. “Really?” I asked wildly. “Yes!” Georgina replied excitedly. “What subsidiary of Mac Group do you work under? Do you have a friend at Mac Entertainment? Is your position on a high level?” I cleared my throat, knowing fully well that this was a chance for me to brag about my job. “Well…” I said confidently. “I am the chief secretary to the CEO of Mac Group.” Georgina's smile disappeared from her face. She reclined and picked up her glass to drink.

"He's Charles O'Marra—a business mogul. Chairperson and CEO of the second-largest food and beverage corporation in the world." Carly's frown deepened. Monica. Her heart gave a sudden lurch. Was it just a coincidence... or something more? The name he was shouting for was the same as her late mother.

Standing right in the middle of the crowd, wearing a sleek light gray suit and thin gold-rimmed glasses, was Julian Miller. The CEO of Crown Holdings turned his head toward the elevator bank, his warm, calculated smile spreading across his sharp face the second he saw me step out. "Sarah Weston," Julian said, his smooth, polished voice echoing across the high marble ceilings as he walked straight toward me with his hand held out. "I've been waiting for you." Chloe and Dillian ran out of the secondary express elevator behind me, their heavy footsteps slapping against the floor. "Julian Miller!" Dillian growled, his voice filled with lethal anger as he stepped in front of me to block Julian's