Proposal Book Novels & Stories

Bullet replied as he adjusted the buttons of his white long sleeves. I heaved a deep sigh. And then that was also the moment I stood up and grabbed the portfolio I was holding earlier. I sat beside Bullet and then handed it to him. “Here is the copy of our business proposal, you may start skimming it as I explain everything and if ever you have some questions in mind, please raise it to me and I will explain wholeheartedly,” I started and he just nodded at me.

After Marcus had made something for lunch and they’d eaten it and Sandy had been convinced to go upstairs for what Marcus diplomatically called a rest and what Sandy called an insult. The bag on the table. She opened it. Took out a folder. Thick. Well-used. The folder of someone who had been working on something for a year and a half. She looked at them. At Marcus and Damon and Zara. “I want to preface this,” she said. “Preface it,” Damon said. “What I’m showing you is a proposal,” she said. “It’s not decided. It’s not certain. I’m showing it to you first because” she stopped. “Because you should see it first.”

, I said a little embarrassed. "So how do you plan on giving us our copy? Did you bring print outs? ", asked Renée. Initially I had planned on asking Janine her laptop. But after Dane left I was such a mess I forgot. When I remembered it was already late. There was n no time for typing and to take print outs. So I wrote it as fast as I could summarising my proposal and also made three copies of my proposal.Hence the mini proposal. My original big proposal is still with me . I had done it with a little time so there was a heavy compromise on my handwriting. I had completed it all while waiting for the others. I honestly didn't think I will be able to do it. But I had surprised myself.

Rachel gave her father a grateful smile and felt thankful towards him. After clapping for some while, the noise gradually died down, allowing Rachel to say, “I can see we have some promising leaders here”. She mentioned. “And for those companies, who tried their best to write a proposal amidst the prompt memo, I have gone through each one carefully, and I must say, many of them were truly impressive and excellent. But one in particular stood out for its directness, clear vision, strong structure, and promising potential. We are excited to move forward with that proposal, and we truly appreciate the time and effort every team put into this process.” She said,

The others did not mind as they had one copy in their hands and browsed it on the spot. They did not feel much in the beginning. Javier was in sales, so how could he know anything about business strategy? It would be nonsense. However, when their eyes were on the proposal, they could not shift their gazes away. The proposal was clearly written, even more so than when Javier had reported to Robin. The memorial square, for example, had the company’s annual advertising expenditure, the number of potential clients, how much profit would be made, and more marked in numbers. Thus, one could know the returns of the memorial square at a glance.

I started typing. I worked through the night. I drank shots of coffee to keep myself awake. I didn’t stop until the sky lightened and the city outside outside my window started to wake. Twelve pages. Executive summary, financial projections, site specifications and market comparison. By morning, the proposal was done. I attached it to an email with no personal message, no reference to the gala, no mention of our past. Everything was professional, clean and respectful. My hand hovered over the send button. This was strategic enough. Exactly how I used to operate.

"For making people feel something about products they didn't know they needed. I want that for Montague Tech." "This is pity," I said. "You're giving me a job because you feel bad." "This is business." His gray eyes met mine. "Prove me right or prove me wrong. I'm betting you'll prove me right." I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him I didn't need his charity. But the truth was I did need this. I needed to prove I was more than just the girl who proposed in a lobby. "Okay," I said. "I'll do it."

Chapter Two: The Proposal Simeon leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen idly on his desk, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as he replayed the events of earlier that day. It was hard to believe it had actually happened. He had been the recipient of a proposal—but not just any proposal. A proposal from a complete stranger. He couldn't help but have a chuckle to himself as he picked up the card Elizabeth had handed him. It had been ages since he'd had one of these days.

The look of a man encountering the full dimensions of another person and being genuinely moved by them. “You’ve been planning this for three months,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about it. Planning is generous.” “Fourteen pages at five in the morning is planning.” She smiled. He pushed the laptop back toward her. “Build it properly,” he said. “Convert it to a real proposal, real numbers and good governance structure.” He paused. “And put Amara’s name on it with yours, she’ll know how to make it bulletproof.” Selene looked at him.