Northwood Blackboard Novels & Stories

Ella's POV Margaret still hadn't realized how serious the situation was. Instead, she plastered on a proper smile and pushed Noah in front of him. "George, a pleasure to meet you. This is Noah Gray of the Blackwoods. He's won the Moonstone Medal every year since he enrolled. He's the brightest student at Moonridge." George looked down at Noah without a single trace of admiration. Instead, he shot Margaret a stern look. "Luna Margaret, a pleasure. I'm only here today to inform you of one thing: please step down from your position on the school board voluntarily."

The clock struck six. Aris Thorne checked his tablet, a dry smile cutting his face. "The transmission cleared Geneva," Thorne stated, snapping his briefcase open. "Our Euro networks are running the feed, and the federal protocols locked down our armor." Lina leaned against the concrete wall, her eyes bloodshot. "Noah. Burn the bridge. Hit the button. You want to wait around until we get caught?" The progress bar shot across the monitor, flashing green as the upload hit one hundred percent. The Tentacles of the Black Gold Empire: 23 Geopolitical Nodes of Nova City Devoured by Transnational Capital. The headline hit the international hub servers.

My assistant, Neville, was waiting for me outside the boardroom, holding a folder and tablet. “Morning, Mr. Blackwood. Here’s the agenda and the summary of today’s discussion,” he said as he handed them over. “Thanks,” I replied, skimming through the notes as I stepped into the room. The meeting started quickly, with one of the directors bringing up the performance of one of our branches, Blackwood Tech Solutions. The company had recently launched a new product—a smart software tool—but it was only doing well in Europe. Sales in the U.S. were struggling.

Blackwood. TBC!!

he said, straightening up as he rubbed his nose, swearing under his breath. “Aha, Mr Blackwood told me you had a rollout plan, he updated me on yesterday's meeting. I blushed, remembering our moment earlier. “Can I see it?” He asked, shoving a few more files into his drawer. “Uh it's on my system right now, I can go back and get it…” I said, gesturing towards the door. “No, no,” there won't be a need for that, everything is uploaded to the company cloud, you remember your login?” He asked, swiftly tapping away on his keyboard.

Paul exclaimed. "The stock price of Northwood Corporation has taken a nosedive, and it's teetering on the edge. Do you want to see Northwood Corporation go bankrupt? Have you ever thought about how you're making Uncle Henry and Calista run around at endless social gigs and catering to everyone's whims?" Paul pointed toward the restroom door, his usually warm expression now cold. "Even companies like Hauser Group dared to mess around ..." "Mr. Baker," Jordan interjected, throwing the used tissue into the nearby trash can.

Morning rent brutally. Pewter gray engulfed Blackwood house in a stifling pall that would not breathe, as if it knew what was to be rent asunder. Sam Blackwood sat at the head of his own boardroom in the east wing, black coffee to one side, iced. The accountants and advisors arrived separately, each carrying a laptop, a tablet, and stacks of paper, They arrived silently, their din subdued, wincing. "Sir… there has been a complication."

“I’m thinking about everything.” “No difference.” I opened my mouth to deny it. Then closed it again. Because she wasn’t entirely wrong. Before either of us could say another word, Noah walked briskly across the office floor. His expression was more serious than usual. “Morning.” “Morning,” Chloe replied. He gave me a brief nod. “Mr. Blackwood wants the acquisition presentation in the boardroom within twenty minutes.” “I’ve already finalized everything,” I said. “Okay.” He turned and left. I frowned.