Nifty Atories Novels & Stories

Today was going to be a good day—I could feel it. At the office, I settled into my chair, the morning sunlight passing through the glass walls. My second in command, Leno, entered the room, carrying a tablet loaded with reports. “Good morning, Leno,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “What’s the latest?” “We’ve received some interesting news,” Leno began, sliding the tablet across the desk. “Forty-seven percent of Nhatella’s shares are up for sale. It’s a rare opportunity, but there are already several competitors showing interest.”

It was exaggerated and was obviously intended to mock him. Gordon creased his brows weirdly when he took in the sight of Nathan. He knew who Nathan was. He was an elite member of uppercrust society, and the young heir of Tenfy Co. as well. Despite that, he was still nowhere near Zayn’s level. Zayn was the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp, the company with a market value that broke 850 million dollars! Nathan was just a rich young man, and the market value of Tenfy was only around 300 million dollars.

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Words tumble out of my lips, nervously. He leans in, leveling my stare with his. "You are so beautiful," My face pulled in disgust. How can he talk in such a manner when he is engaged? I am grossed out by his outrageous behavior. Seeing my reaction, he smirked down at me. What a covert narcissist.

They both ate silently, and in a matter of minutes, they were done with the meal. After the meal, Nate picked up his tablet and resumed the game he was engrossed in earlier. Nita picked up her laptop and resumed her work. The earlier she knew what was wrong with Nicro Industries and whoever was letting out vital information about the company, the earlier she was bound to leave the state. Never to see his face again. She settled on the sofa, placing the laptop on her leg. She logged into the Nicro server under her username. Then her hand flew on the keyboard. Time was forgotten as she continued typing.

would be untouchable. Fine. If he owned the skyline, I'd dig a tunnel. I opened my laptop. I didn't update my resume. Instead, I went to the website for Thorne & Associates, the rival firm whose founder, Carter Thorne, had famously called Nathan "a spreadsheet with a pulse" in *Forbes*. I found the generic "info@" contact.

I said, opening the meeting without preamble, seeing no benefit in pretending otherwise. “We have.” Councilwoman Merit, the eldest among them and the sharpest, folded her hands on the table with the particular precision of a woman who’d spent decades choosing her words carefully. “Ashcombe’s approach to the Fenmore and Cray packs this week wasn’t subtle. They’re testing whether the neutral territories would support a challenge to Silvermoon’s current standing, should this marriage fail to solidify as planned.” “It will solidify.” I kept my voice level, though the confidence in it cost me more effort than I wanted to admit, given everything currently unresolved in my own household.

"Drinking again." Hermann grimaced as he assessed LF’s state. It baffled him how a man who held every worldly desire in the palm of his hand could sit there so completely devoid of motivation, merely swirling his glass. Still, taking comfort in the fact that LF at least kept the television on to track global events, Hermann swallowed the lecture that had rushed to the tip of his tongue. On the television screen, a barrage of news reports detailed how one of Japan's most robust corporations had helplessly fallen into the hands of a young German IT tycoon over consecutive days.