One Percent Of You Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not forgetting my backpack l take out a formal attire and l hurriedly change into it removing my boots wearing heels as l charge at my target. Entering the building brought some kind of uneasy feeling that everything might not go the way as l planned. I take a seat at the reception seeing some of the participants cry as they leave the room. I take out my resume as l look at my false details everything was made up thanks to Hozumi's help. She had been lending me some help for the past three months. "Next is Shizuku Kenba" "I am here" "Come this way."

Karan said rolling his eyes. "He just wants to see her again." Karan said looking at me very intently as if searching for something in my eyes. "No! I just— I umm just want to talk things out. Yeah! Talk things out." I said stammering. Why am I stammering? "See..! Dev Khurrana the king of his profession who smoothly can win any case. He's won 98% of the cases he is put his hands in and why do you think is he stammering?" Karan asked looking at Jay and Jay in return looked at me.

Stephanie said to him honestly However, Luke didn’t believe, he added, “Don’t play dumb, you the one that hit C Corporation business with scandals and now they’re struggling to stand again in the market!” “We, the consortium, seem to underestimate you this time!” Luke looks angry “First of all, Mr Lucas Miller, I don’t know anything you’re talking about. I did nothing to C Corporation. I didn’t even know it was them that made Matsumoto Corp walk out.” Stephanie told him “Bullshit!!!! You just need to admit it! End this problem, let’s start over from the beginning, with that, I guarantee you, this project will work well until the end,” Luke said as his eyes looked at her angrily

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

Even before it’s spoken. She placed both hands lightly on the table. And said, clearly— “I hold fifty-one percent of this company.” Silence crashed into the room. Total. Absolute. Then— She smiled. Cold. Certain. “And I never sold it.”

“Thank you so much.” Lilian then showed him one guy’s photo. “What do you think of him?” “He doesn’t look bad. What does he do?” “Real estate. Makes over a million a month. A bit too low for my standards.” “A million a month is low, you say…” Risa chortled. “He’s in the top one percent.” “Yeah, but my family is in the top 0.001 percent.” Risa couldn’t counter because Lilian was right.

“Oh, Lucas. Your business is just starting. You depend on Victor’s company for funding. And now, I am in control of that wealth. So, if you’re smart, you should be nice to me. Maybe I’ll be generous.” His eyes flashed with hatred. “And if I don’t?” I leaned in, whispering, “Then I’ll make sure you and your dear mother end up with nothing.” Lucas laughed bitterly. “You think you’re untouchable?” He took a step closer, lowering his voice. “One percent, Isabella.” I stiffened. “What?” “One percent,” he repeated. “That’s Victor’s chance of waking up. And guess what? One percent is still a chance.”

Fine. Then let him find out what it feels like to be on the receiving end of demand after demand. The first one. What should it be?

I let out a deep, calming breath and placed a palm on my chest. He laughed and said, “Scared you there.” “Don't you ever do this to me again?" I said as I went back to perusing the two slips I had on my hands. The first result had a percentage score of 0.01%, and the second had a whopping 99.999%. I looked up blankly at him and back at the sip. It was Adam's turn to fidget, and the smile on his face disappeared when he saw the way I was looking.

Shut up! "As part of our deal, you as my personal maid. You should also be where I am." What he said hadn't sunk in yet, so I answered him with a frown. "You should also be where I am." I kept repeating what he said in my mind. 'If he is there, I should be there too?' Processing... One percent, ten, thirty, forty percent. Sixty percent, eight, one hundred percent. "Are you okay?! I can't go with you where you are! What if someone sees me that we met?!"