Proposal Books Novels & Stories

he told me. “But I liked what we heard so far. Let’s be real, Emil. This is the reality,” Jacob added, stopping drumming his fingers on the table. “I’m not in the position to say anything about the other studios, but what Sebastian Entertainment offers is generous. We know we can’t sustain PeekFlix in this fast-moving industry if we lack resources. Mr. Sebastian is giving us that.” I glanced at my watch again. I already knew and memorized what they’d been discussing because I’d already foreseen this meeting’s outcome. I created the entire proposal, after all. But I was more concerned that Savannah still wasn’t coming in that door.

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."

"No wonder Bridget said she's single again. If I had a boyfriend like that, I'd have dumped him ages ago." "Isn't Tammy the chick who's been proposed to 99 times? Honestly, I never liked her. I'm glad Bridget finally saw through her jerk of a boyfriend." "Our company wouldn't consider hiring someone with chronic depression. What if Tammy has a meltdown every other day and starts demanding proposals? Who's going to manage that liability?"

"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.

But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees. There was a soft knock before the door to his office was pushed open. Benjamin walked in and closed the door after him, bearing a document in his hand. Wade motioned for him to come closer. “Everything intact?” he asked. Benjamin gave him a single nod before sliding the document to him. “It contains all their sales record in the last ten years. I’ve had every stock valued, even the ones bought under fake accounts.” “That’s what I want to hear.” With a smirk he opened the document and glanced through. “They did do a good job at hiding their bankruptcy status from the press, I give them that. Too bad I’m the one they’re dea

The artworks inside were unique in design, exquisite, and full of vitality, followed by a recruitment notice posted by the door. I couldn't help pushing open the glass door and walking in. The sea breeze caused the wind chimes to jingle, prompting the man behind the desk to lift his head. He looked at me with his almond-shaped eyes from under gold wire-rimmed glasses. I took out my laptop and asked, "Hello. May I ask if you're still hiring? I'm a designer, and these are some of my works." The man—Leo Tyrrell—smiled and nodded. "These works… Did you participate in the International Pioneer Design Competition two years ago? And this series is called 'Rebirth', isn't it?" he asked in a gentle,

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.

I take out the card and discover a written message on it. Massage: Congratulations on your first victory. Someone must have left it by mistake. I’m certain it’s not meant for me. I toss the bouquet onto the couch, forgetting to check the message on my phone. However, my eyes widen a bit as soon as I spot a small email notification from the studio where I submitted my story proposal. Email: Miss Natasha Bennett, we are delighted to inform you that we have found your proposal impressive and would like to collaborate with you. Please reach out to the studio or the director for further instructions. Thank you.

I'm sorry but no because you know who I am and how the social media and paparazzi are always there to take news if I'm seen with you then you're seen with another guy again that will be a problem and I don't want to cause a scandal yet until my grandma buy me charade" "But" "You're free to do other things and don't hesitate to tell me when you need anything and I mean anything" I said emphasizing on the anything so she could know I'm also free to give her head I thought in my head before clearing my head "Okay" she said "I will pay you for this because it's a business proposal" I said which she nod "Let me know when the contract is ready My name is Scarlet Johnson" she said "Zion Anderson" I

The receptionist later dragged Ashley by her hand and drew her to the kitchen. "Don't you understand the sign that I was giving to you?" "No, I don't understand" "I think my boss likes you. Don't you think you need to give him some green light so that he can be able to propose? My boss needs someone like you and you are also rich" Ashley opened her mouth to talk but words failed her. "Come on, say something. I know you like this idea but you don't know how to go about it, right? Don't worry I will help you out"