Proposal Book Novels & Stories

"I've read about your recent work. I understand you've prepared something innovative?" I gave a nod, mustering a confident smile. "Absolutely. What I have here is a project that not only brings in profitable returns but also aims to make a sustainable impact." I opened my briefcase, pulling out the project proposal and handing it over. "I believe this project could position your company as a leader in sustainable solutions." The executives exchanged glances, clearly intrigued but guarded. They flipped through the proposal, asking questions here and there, nodding as I elaborated on the potential benefits.

And I don’t want to say that out loud. “Before you disappear completely,” Luca says, dropping a folder in front of me, “look at this.” “I’m not disappearing.” Mara makes a noise like she doesn’t believe me at all. I pull the folder closer anyway. “What is it?” “Offer.” That gets my attention. I open it. Numbers. Layouts. Projections. A proposal that looks… real. Too real to ignore. I go through it once, then again, slower. The paper feels slightly cool under my fingers, the ink sharp and black against the white page.

It did not settle right within me, though it did not exactly feel uncomfortable. I cleared my throat, and then reached out to pick up one of the already prepared proposals i had drafted, placing the folder in front of him before i settled back down on my seat, then went on to explain. "First of all, it is an honor for us at Miller Corp to get the chance to compete for this project. Based on your preferences which i had gotten from Mr. Miller, i have drafted a proposal, and a plan about what we could to at Deluxue Hotels and--"

“She’ll think it was worth it.” He shook his head, clearly trying not to smile and failing. I looked away before he noticed that I had noticed. “Those plans you mentioned just now—do you have a full proposal for them?” I blinked and snapped back to the present. Digging through my bag, I pulled out the wrinkled notebook and handed it to him. “Just a rough framework for now. I’m aiming to flesh out the whole thing and get it profitable within three months.”

"Not nervous." "Not really." "Why not?" I thought about it. "Because I know the material completely. And because I've been in harder rooms than this one." He was quiet for a second. Then: "Yes. You have." He went back to his documents. At eight fifteen I gathered the proposal into its folder — forty pages, tabbed by section, with a two-page executive summary at the front for anyone who wanted the shape before the detail — and put on my jacket and picked up my bag.

I suddenly caught Vladimir blinking at Ck. "You know about this?" I heaved a sigh in disbelief. Why on earth would they arrange me into this kind of useless stuff when I don't need to have a girlfriend or a wife to survive? Ck cleared out his throat and defensively responded, "apology, Nikko. My hands are tied on that day gramps proposed the idea. He was the Chairman at that moment. So, I was obliged to follow his command."

I was here for something important and I was not about to ruin that because of the man on the other side of where I stood. “My apologies,” I said and placed my things on the table then opened my bag with shaky hands. I pulled out the file full of my proposal and started to distribute it to everyone and when I got to where Lucas was, I stopped for a few seconds, eyeing him. He raised his gaze and met my eyes but I looked away and half heartedly dropped his copy on the desk when he opened his hand for it. I walked back to my position and turned on my laptop while they were going through the proposals in their hands. I connected it to the projector and the logo for my business displayed on it.

he questioned, his tone edged with disappointment. I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. “Umm, Dr. Lawson, I—I’ll be honest with you. I did come without a written proposal, but I have some ideas that I think you might be interested in. If you give me a couple of days, I promise I’ll bring you a detailed proposal,” I suggested, hoping to salvage the situation. Realizing my mistake, I handed him my notepad, where I had jotted down rough ideas in bullet points. It was a risky move, but I needed to show him that I had something prepared.

I mumbled absentmindedly. The old couples must be crying tears of joy if they were seeing how well the place they built with love had taken off. Mark nudged me with the folder and handed it to me. The proposal was detailed, clean, and well-prepared. I scanned through the lines quickly, noting the benefits – tax reductions, promotional backing, priority grants for expansion and other future projects and more. Everything was designed to make the project thrive. “That’s reassuring,” I replied, handing the folder back to Mark. “What do you say, Mark?”

She set the tablet down and slid a manila folder across the desk instead, the motion unhurried, deliberate, the same way she'd handed me contracts before that ended up changing the entire shape of my life. I opened it. A business proposal, glossy and professionally bound, Olivia's name printed across the header in elegant serif. Olivia Noir — Series A Funding Proposal. Fifty million dollars in requested startup capital, projected growth charts, a launch strategy clearly built by people who knew exactly how to make numbers look inevitable on paper.