Proposal Book Novels & Stories

"Miss Ricci?" "I accept!" I blurt out. He furrows his brows. "Your proposal, Mr. Bennett. I accept!" "Ah, that's great!" Bennett points to a chair behind me and takes a few steps to sit behind his desk. His voracious eyes analyze me. Then he opens a drawer and pulls out a piece of paper. "I drafted a contract, Miss Ricci," Bennett says dryly, sliding the paper in my direction. However, I don't take my eyes off his and force myself to swallow the lump in my throat. "In case you want to ensure you don't get double-crossed," he explains.

“You think a proposal’s going to change anything?” “It might,” I said, steady. “If you actually read it.” She tilted her head, eyes flicking to the folder like it was mildly annoying her existence. Then, slowly, she opened it. Her gaze skimmed over the contents: projections, benefits, risk assessments—stuff I stayed up all night perfecting. I didn’t blink. Just let her read. Or fake-read. Whatever. A minute passed. Then another. Then she closed the folder with a soft thap and leaned back, arms crossed, lips twisted in a smirk that made my blood feel carbonated.

Wiping away the tears threatening to fall, I pull myself from the floor and over to my table. With a soft flick, I pull my laptop open and turn it on. Right there on the screen, waiting for me to put a finality to it, is the proposal I have been preparing for months. I have rifled through big names company and only ABM stands out, they have the capacity to help me fulfil what I have planned to achieve within a short period of time. Moving the cursor over the proposal, I clicked on it and continue drafting it with the intention of forwarding it this time before I get cold feet.

I stepped back subtly, keeping my expression calm, and tilted the wine glass in my hand. "Grayson," I asked with a faint smile, "are you proposing to the wrong person? Isn't your proposal supposed to be for Tanya?" "I knew you were still jealous of Tanya." Grayson Caldwell's expression shifted slightly at my words. "It's been three years. You still haven't gotten over it? How many times have I told you…" "You only see Tanya as a sister. There's nothing between you two," I finished the sentence for him, my voice steady.

His fingers stopped just short of touching. “Or maybe not,” he said with a chuckle. “Guess I imagined it.” I smiled politely, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “What is up” “I wanted to show you something,” he said, suddenly serious. “I am working on a short project proposal. It is still rough, but I value your opinion.” He placed a slim file on my desk. “If you have any ideas or corrections, I would really appreciate it.” “I would love to look through it,” I said, taking the file. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“It’s excellent, Alexandria.” “You’re not just saying that.” “I don’t just say things,” he said. Which was both true and had once been a problem and was now, in this context, a reassurance. “The personal section,” I said. “The part that references my own experience. I don’t know if it belongs in a formal proposal.” “It does,” he said. “Not as sentimentality. As evidence that the person presenting this has direct knowledge of the problem. That’s credibility, not liability.” He looked at me. “Don’t take it out.”

"Going into an official—" "Yes," Sera said simply. "From you. By name. With your twenty years of expertise as the credential that makes it authoritative." She paused. "Because it is. Whether or not anyone has previously acknowledged that." The proposal came three days later. Eight pages. Dense with practical knowledge. Structured with the clarity of someone who had spent twenty years organizing complex systems and knew exactly how to present information so it couldn't be misunderstood. Cress read it and looked up. "This is better than four of our sections," she said.

"Where's the business proposal I asked for you earlier, Helda?" "Here's the contract, sir," she said and laid something in front of my table. I quickly reached for the papers and read them but I was already frowning on the first page. What kind of business proposal is this? This is garbage! "What is this?" I angrily dropped the papers she provided in front. I looked up and she bowed her head. What a pathetic and inefficient worker. "What kind of business proposal is this? A love letter? An excuse letter? What the fuck, Helda! You weren't in high school to make that proposal to Mr. Monde a love letter! Don't you know how to make a business proposal or are you just stupid!"

Maybe because they are used to guiding many students, they have memorized the mistakes in the proposal. Since it was still early in the morning, Felicia immediately went to the photocopy booth to print out her new proposal as well as print a validation sheet to be signed by her supervisor. Incidentally, in two weeks is the deadline for submission of the proposal seminar so Felicia doesn't want to waste time.