Novel & Cerita My Ceo Ex: Let Me Go.

she triumphantly exclaimed. "Insane!" Mortani exclaimed as she glanced in the mirror. She smiled seeing her own reflection looking so gorgeous. She is now prepared to attend the arranged marriage meeting. "My grandchild is beautiful," Grandpa Tassio exclaimed as Mortani approached. Mang George stared at her as well. Just in time, a black automobile came. The driver, who appeared to be Mortani's age, came out and opened the passenger seat door for them. "Oh hey, sis, be careful on the way, and don't forget to spill the tea later," Desiree giggled quietly.

Now my arms dropped to my sides. “She’s shopping with him right now. And I think your fiancée is here too.” “I see. Keep watching them. Report everything,” I said, my voice going cold. “Understood.” I ended the call. What are you doing to me, Zoe? What kind of hold do you have on me? I’d always hated Uleev—especially after he became deputy CEO and, along with Yakovlev, dragged the company to the top. But now? Now I was ready to tear him apart.

"What?" "The board," he says, and he finally looks at me. "They let me go. I’m done. I'm no longer the CEO. As of an hour ago, I don't even have a key to the front door." That explains it. “I thought you were expecting it to happen—” “It's different." He cuts me off. "Knowing a storm is coming is one thing. Watching the roof blow off your head is another.”

“Because it was sealed. Because only three people had it. Judge. DA. And me. And I didn’t leak it.” _Beep. Beep. Beep._ 89 BPM. Mine. Calm. Cold. “And when you find them,” I said. “You fire them. No, wait. I fire them. I’m CEO now.” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._

“What do you mean?” “Your ex, Miggy,” she whispered dramatically. “He got transferred to another department. Just like that.” “What?” I blinked. “All of a sudden?” “Yup!” Romeo chimed in. “Word is, the CEO ordered it himself. We were shooketh. It’s giving K-drama energy, sister!” “I swear,” Rose added with a sigh. “If I ever date a CEO, I’d tattoo his name on my forehead. But alas—our level is too low.”

Just as I was finishing up the presentation, my phone rang. It was the CEO's secretary. “Clara Laurent, Mr. Thompson would like to see you in his office immediately.” My heart sank. What now? I stood up, smoothing my dress, and made my way to the CEO's office. As I walked in, Mr. Thompson looked up from his desk, his expression stern. “Clara Laurent, please sit down.* I sat. “..I'm afraid we're going to have to let you go, Clara.” Mr. Thompson spoke.

“How can you casually throw THIS under the bus? If I could ‘fix it’ do you think I wouldn't have? Do you know who I am?” I was silent. My mind, filled with thoughts. My anger towards my ex-boss faded, replaced by a bigger problem that needed FIXING." “Shit!” He cursed under his breath, shooting a dagger stare at me like I was the source of all his problems, like I wasn’t a victim too. “I am Hayes Caldwell, CEO of Caldwell Enterprises. You should have seen it there! You think I can just do magic to an already trendy news that’s all over all over the media?”

Immediately she came out, everyone in the office that had been watching returned to their business or pretended to. Ethan sank back in his chair. He couldn't believe what had just happened. He got up and walked to a decorative mirror hanging at the opposite side of his office. he looked into the mirror, and he saw the imprint of her palm. That part of his face burned. It wasn't a dream. Samantha just slapped him right across the face. The following morning, by the time the campaigns his company had prepared starting airing, he lost the client. Two of his other big clients called to cancel. What brought tears to Ethan's eyes was not the clients he had lost. It was the manner Samantha had humi

I also have a little sympathy for her, so I asked him to come and sign a contract with. That way, the main road could come to play with her. “Thank you, General Levi, for your time. He continued his speech. Then he turned around and got out of the car. It happened so fast that no one could feel it. The press conference continued while waiting for the guests below. “Sorry, guests, for the incident earlier.

“Emma Watson is not a liability. She’s part of the reason we survived this. Anyone who sees her presence as a threat can find the door.” Silence fell. No one moved. Good. “I’ll be restructuring the executive branch over the next few weeks,” I continued. “Some of you will remain. Some of you won’t. If you’ve got something to hide, now’s the time to run.” They got the message. Loud and clear. By the time the meeting ended, most of them filed out with tight smiles and shaken hands, leaving only Leonard and Celeste, my CFO, behind. Celeste lingered by the door, giving me a subtle nod of support before stepping out. Leonard stayed behind.