Mr Ohare Novels & Stories

He said with wide eyes, excitement lacing his voice. "Jeff Bezos?" She asked dryly, relaxing back into her chair. "Even better," he said, and she immediately sat up. Who could be more important than one of the richest man on Earth? "it's Alan Wesley, the CEO of the Wesley Entertainment Company!! His company produced your favourite movie 'Lost in the moon'?!" He said really fast and Amanda's mouth dropped open. "As in the Alan Wesley?" She asked sceptically and Oliver nodded rapidly "why? OMG!! What's happening?" She asked repeatedly, letting the excitement take over her and momentarily losing her cool.

Which brought her to this —why was he talking to her so casually if he knew what she was doing? Tonight was the launch of a new public transport business, yet another solution to the shortage of transport in the city. People were ecstatic, excited that their transport woes were finally being brought to an end. So, the rich had gathered to celebrate and paparazzi had flooded the venue; the Roosevelts’ family house.

She cried inwardly and let out a depressing breathe. Mr. Olive looked at her face and chuckled. " Actually, it's not something to be nervous about. It's just something I think you should know because it's my history. " He replied as he seemed to have noticed the nervous look on Ava's face. He cleared his throat and smiled. " The thing is, I am not like Harvey. You should know him, right? He is a top model and also a CEO of Harvey's brand and design. One of the biggest fashion company in this country and the only heir to Mashatt Conglomerate. The top conglomerate in this country." He explained and his smile turned to a big frown.

We rocketed down the dark exit tunnel just as massive slabs of concrete began falling from the ceiling behind us. The transport burst out of the tunnel entrance and into the open morning air, airborne for a terrifying second before slamming back onto the dirt road outside the city perimeter. "Look!" Leo said, pointing out the rear window. We all leaned back to look through the glass. The Spire, the majestic, terrifying tower of white glass that had dominated the skyline of Oakhaven for generations, was smoking from top to bottom. The giant weather-control grid overhead—the artificial blue sky that had kept us in a fake paradise—was cracking apart. Huge panels of glass and metal were falling

They managed to finalize the contract before noon. Shaun double checked the new contract to make sure there were no problems. Then, he followed Henry to Organization D. The executive was resting in the office, just in case something happened unexpectedly. Henry was the chairman of Marriott International, a famous tycoon in B city, and he had many business connections from different industries. When he personally paid a visit to Organization D, his mere presence was a great show of respect to them.

ENID “Hello, this is your captain speaking. We’ve started our descent…” The rest of the words faded into the background as the captain’s voice crackled over the intercom, a distant, disembodied drone announcing our descent into the O’Hare International Airport. For me, it felt like I was just about landing straight into hell.

DD handed the rest files to Mr Black who scanned through it bored, he wasn't into giving any of the girls a supporting role, but he wanted to make up for his decisions, picking one file he dropped it on the table. "Lia Manuel's, She seems good". Justin nodded picking the two files. Miranda felt a bit sad, but had to trust the CEO's decision. So she picked her items from the table before excusing her self back to her duties. "Justin would announce the results, DD follow me to my office, while you guys can get back to work, thank you for your time". With that the meeting was over, everyone left to their various activities, while Leonard and DD walked to His Private Elevator that took them to h

She went from the hospital to the orphanages, to lunch somewhere, and then to one of the elders' houses. When it was around four, I just gave up on working and decided to pick up Aaro early. I'm sure she'd appreciate it; I couldn't imagine spending the entire day with Ruby. I went to the O'Hares' home and watched as Aaro spoke to a young boy. He must be one of the grandkids or great-grandkids of the O'Hares. Mister O'Hare was 104 years old and looked no older than 70. When the boy saw me, he bowed his head and seemed scared. It was such an obvious contrast between how he was around Aaro and then me.

They all stared at the TV screen which was soon on and the sound filled the room with the news from the reporter. Breaking news, Mr Adrain Mingle, CEO of Mingle International, one of the richest and most powerful men in Society, owner of the biggest Entertainment Industry in the States, owns ten of the most luxurious Hotels plus five luxurious Estates in the State have been chosen to be the head of the Department of Homeland Security. He had merited this position based on his record of managing one of the largest security agencies in the states. The reporter announced. "Derrick's father is called Adrain?" Rose asked surprised.

“This is Sandra Moore reporting live from O’Neil Corporation headquarters in New York City! The scene here is nothing short of extraordinary. For over twenty years, Mrs. Julia Sarah O’Neil, the matriarch and founder of one of the most powerful business empires in the country, has been absent from public life. But today, she has made a historic return — walking into the headquarters, accompanied by her grandson, Mr. Alex O’Neil, and an unidentified woman believed to be her granddaughter. The press has long speculated about the mysterious heir to the O’Neil empire, and it seems that revelation will be made today.” The gates opened wide as Mrs. O’Neil entered the building. Inside the lobby, the