Mr Stone My Ceo Novels & Stories

“Since when, Mr. Carter?” He grinned. “I can’t give you a precise answer, Cupcake but I’m definitely attracted to you, always have been.” “What are you going to do about it?” I teased. “Whatever you let me.” I took three steps towards him. “You’re the CEO, you can do whatever you want.”

Raya Mr. Micheal Sterling was walking past the boardroom when we walked out a few minutes later and Mr. Maxwell Sterling scowled. "Told you, didn't I? That being a CEO isn't for everyone. You just had to go and make a fool of yourself. Anyway, still not too late to back down." I winced as Mr. Micheal Sterling said all that, having a smug smile on his face and I nearly jumped when he turned a smile on me, "hey pretty, thanks for the other day"

He asked. “Ex-wife,” I quickly corrected. “And no, my ex-husband is not a celebrity,” I said, now also thinking towards the angle Dan was thinking. I never thought that I would find myself in the news. “Who is he, then?” Dan asked. “You know, when he sent an email to us instructing that we treated you with care because of your pregnancy, I honestly did not think that he was that much of a big deal,” Dan said. “He is the CEO of Vale,” I told Dan nonchalantly, because I do not care at all what position Syrus held or who he was; not anymore.

“BREAKING NEWS! Billionaire CEO Chris White gets employee pregnant! Wedding rumours already flying!” And there it was… Sophia’s whole face on the screen. Her ID photo, the one where she was smiling like a fool. Then another picture of her walking out the office today with her hand on her tummy. They even showed a blurry video from the welcome party. Sophia’s mouth just opened. No sound came out. Kira slowly turned to her. “Sophia… babe… this… this is you?” The lady on TV kept talking like she was reading Sophia’s obituary. “Sources say the CEO’s longtime girlfriend, international model Mia Laurent, is completely heartbroken. We have exclusive photos of Mia leaving the White Enterprises build

D'angelo. She was his mistress. But while the entire thing was surreal to Jasmine, Jasper strode out of the building like nothing had happened. He just put on his glasses when he stepped out into the sun and made his way to his car. But before he could get in, Jasmine tugged at the hem of his jacket and made him turn to her, "President D'angelo, I just want to remind you of the contract we have.” She wanted to say more, but didn’t. His gloomy face was somewhat intimidating.

It was like the world found ways to make me think of her even when I was trying hard not to. The CEO of the company was a hearing impaired man. He had stunned the world with his impressive leading skills and business flair. His company, already a giant in its field when his father had been running it, had soared to new heights after he took over the responsibilities of a CEO. He was a smart businessman, barely older than I was. The phone rang, the landline. It was Brandon. "Yes?" I answered, my voice sharper than I intended. "The meeting is waiting for you to begin, sir."

she exclaims, the disgust of the idea written clearly on her face. “Yep, and I only have twenty four hours to decide. But he made it very clear what decision he wanted from me and that he wanted it sooner than that.” “Oh my gosh! Do you know to whom you would be contracted to? Or did your father skip that part out?” “Yeah he did. Some business rival of his, Austin Aves.” “Wait a second Austin Aves? The eco-friendly tycoon currently topping the city’s most eligible billionaires list? That Austin Aves?” With this she is almost bouncing up and down in her giddiness.

She waved at Kearney, who waved back at her before leaving the hall. She settled down for the day's work, finished the previous day's work, and then got ready for the day's work. She looked at Mrs. Randolph's desk, and her countenance changed. She had started to miss her already. Henry sacked the poor woman. Suddenly she felt guilty. Mrs. Randolph was committed to her work and had decided to come and spend one of the five years she had left to live at work, but still, the ruthless CEO wouldn't appreciate it. He repaid her dedication with a sack letter.

She wouldn’t let me stay in a separate room, so this was my only option. But even away from her, she haunted me. I was in my office when Mrs. Keller stepped in, handing me a neatly designed invitation. “A charity gala,” she said, setting it on my desk. I skimmed through the details, barely registering the words. “Do I have to go?” “Well, it’s an important event. If you were to be absent, it would raise questions,” she replied, keeping her tone polite. Too polite.

"He's made a move." The boardroom was already full when I arrived. Damien sat at the head of the table, looking calm but I could see the tension in his shoulders. Richard Sterling was there, along with most of the major board members. And standing at the far end of the room, looking satisfied with himself, was Marcus Reed. My stomach dropped. "Ah, Elena," Reed said, his smile poisonous. "Perfect timing. I was just explaining to the board about a concerning pattern in Mr. Voss's management practices."