Mr Stone My Ceo Novels & Stories

He grinned. I wanted to reply to him when I heard a dry cough beside me. It was a sign that called my attention back to Ryan. "Chill sir, I'm not taking her away" He winked at Ryan "What the fuck! How does he know what was going on?" I thought "I can't remember saying that" Ryan scoffed "I'm Dwayne Stone, the CEO of this place" He introduced himself "Wow! Nice to meet you" We exchanged handshakes. He forwarded his hand to Ryan for a handshake but he slapped him away.

a man’s voice said from the door. Before the end of our initial interview, Ms. Mason, the head of HR, briefed us about the company’s higher-ups, and we would answer them for the final interview. First was Bryan Jameson, the General Manager, who would be our direct superior. The second was Coulson Stark, the Vice-CEO. Last but not least was the CEO, Gabriel Stark. Gee, the name alone made me curious as hell. My best friend Chelsea called me about the job vacancy only yesterday, leaving me to fly from Phoenix to New York last night. Typically, people wouldn’t grab such an opportunity. It was too abrupt. But I couldn’t seem to ignore how promising the position was.

She stood there, dumbstruck. He had to be the CEO. No one else would have that authority. He was.. none other than.. Zaire Langston Hughes, the CEO and founder of Sarte group of companies. From what Ember had researched about him, she knew he belonged to a rich and well known family but he has built the company Sarte with his own hardwork and money. His family had no contribution to his success, he was a known one man army, one of the youngest billionaires and business tycoon. But she never saw his face before. There was too little about his appearance on the internet, he seemed like the type to love his privacy.

“You’re going to turn every head in that building. Just… stay safe, okay? Call me if anything feels off.” “I will,” I promised. I leaned in, kissed his cheek softly, and whispered, “Have a good day. I’ll see you tonight.” I grabbed my bag and left, still riding the high. The drive to the Harrington building was longer from our new house, but I didn’t mind. I arrived thirty minutes late, but who cared? I was now Executive Vice Chair and the biggest shareholder after Julian. I could walk in whenever I wanted. Clara greeted me the moment I stepped onto the executive floor. “Good morning, Executive Vice Chair. You look incredible today.”

"Ms. Stone, so sorry for the hold-up, got tied up and ran a bit late." Celena, still reeling, just bobbed her head and managed a flustered, "Uh? Oh, no worries at all." With a warm smile, the attendant nodded and gestured for her to enter. "Ms. Stone, right this way, please. Our CEO has been eagerly awaiting your arrival." The room went silent for a heartbeat, then a collective gasp rippled through the crowd as they stared at Celena and the foreign staff member in utter astonishment. Among the onlookers were the patriarchs of Drunham City's elite families and top business moguls, all of whom waited patiently at the door for a chance to see Maverick.

“There's no need to be so formal. You can call me Amelia. Thanks for the coffee” “Sure. Meanwhile, you have a meeting with the executive by 2pm. The CEO himself will be there” Naomi said, flipping the pages of the file she was holding. “Alright”. At 2pm, Amelia was already seated in the meeting room. There were many executive members present at the meeting ground. In less than ten minutes, it was announced that the CEO had arrived. “Let me introduce the CEO of Miller's exclusive designing company, Mr. Richard Miller” His secretary announced as they applauded him.

“Vanilla oat milk. You look like you needed it.” I stared at it for a second, brows lifting. “You guessed that?” “Lucky guess. Or maybe I’m just observant,” he said, sipping from his own cup. A surprised laugh escaped me before I could help it. I shook my head. “You always charm your way around like this?” “Only when it works.” He flashed a grin and leaned back against the table beside me. “So, how’s the mighty CEO of Maison Evana holding up?” “Barely,” I replied, taking a grateful sip of the drink. “I’m one missed deadline away from a meltdown.”

My grandfather built it from a single downtown inn to a global name, my father, on the other hand, nearly ran it into the ground with his mergers and vanity projects, and now it is mine to fix. Or choke on it. If someone had told me five years ago that I would be the CEO of the Montgomery Grand Hotel Group, I would have laughed in their face, probably with a glass of Scotch in one hand and a model in the other. Back then, my life was a rotating carousel of private jets, red-carpet events, and a list of flings long enough to make the tabloids salivate. Now? My life is spreadsheets, board meetings, and dodging my father’s matchmaking attempts like they’re sniper fire.

, he said. "Who are you? What did you do to my stone-hearted CEO?", I asked him. It was a reference to a magazine I read months back. "Your love was strong enough to melt my Stone heart", said Dane. "I love you, Dane. I will love to revive our vows", I said to him. "That is much better than your initial response", said Dane with a chuckle. "Stop embarrassing me", I said rolling my eyes. I feel so much dumb. "Let us do this then Mrs Wellington", said Dane.

Ms CEO and Mr Secretary Chapter 5 TIM I wipe the beard of sweats off my forehead running down the stairs back to give the tenth thing my boss forgot upstairs, for real I’m dying. I got to her panting out of stressed, she bit her lips looking cutely or devilish rather at me. “Your office is cleared, stolen, blank, there’s nothing in there again, don’t worry you forget nothing again.” I quickly shut her off because am hell sure she’s about to say “oops Tim I think I forgot my blah blah blah blah, can you quickly go get it for me so we can start going”