Proposal Books Novels & Stories

Lucio started. “What documents?” she queried. She needed to know the details because as far as she remembered, she did not steal anything. Lucio nodded to the other guy and in an instant, the projector lit up behind him. “The project proposals for all our biggest clients,” he responded while pointing the files of documents on the screen. It was familiar to her as those were the files she revised the other day. She hadn't finished it yet because she suddenly left the office that day and went to a bar.

Alexandra is really friendly with me but I cannot be friendly with her because it is my nature. She’s really trying to be more careful about things that she doesn’t want me to know. I am a bit curious but oh well if it is about my lover then I suppose she’s going to tell others about it. I don’t care at all. I finished the report I am doing earlier so I grab the documents that Miss Jean passed to me. It is actually a proposal document for our upcoming project and she is the one I made to do it. I scan the whole paper and I didn’t notice any errors. The styles and format are in a good state also the contents are easy to understand and readable. Overall it is a good proposal.

“His proposal.” Liana blinked at him. “Proposal for what?” “For you, Miss Carver.” Her heart kicked against her ribs. “I… I don’t—” Elias shook his head slightly. “Not that kind of proposal.” Once, that would’ve comforted her. Now, with Draven, that kind of proposal didn’t even scare her as much as the alternative. She opened the folder. Inside were pages—blueprints, sketches, financial layouts, branding drafts. All meticulously detailed. All stamped with the Dusk Industries seal.

He came in with his folder and his forward energy and the expression of a man whose Friday morning was in motion and who was ready for whatever the next item was. I slid the proposal across the desk. He looked at the letterhead. He looked at the name. He looked at me. "She didn't tell me," he said. "No," I said. "She submitted a formal business proposal to my sister's company without mentioning it." "She submitted a formal business proposal to Morrison Corporation through the correct channels in her professional capacity," I said. "Which is exactly what she should have done." Abel looked at the proposal. He picked it up. He read the first page.

I responded, pulling out my phone. “So I have a business proposal. I'd love you to give it a try. You could partner in some of my mining projects. It's guaranteed to make an ROI of thirty percent profit per annum. I could show you some of my finances for your perusal,” I suggested, opening up the folder containing some of my business plans and handing it over to him. I watched him go through the plans while I sat back sipping my drinks. Suddenly his expression changed. “Is everything alright?” I asked, my brows furrowed.

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.

“I've got better things to do like running my business and not engaging in some meaningless rumor.” Tara blinked yet again and slightly shook her head. “Wow,” she breathed. “You sure do have a way of explaining things, huh?” I rolled my eyes. “Here.” I tossed a few documents in front of her. “Review them and turn them in early tomorrow morning. It's a proposal from Raina's beauty care line.” Her eyes widened in shock as she picked up the documents. “Raina's beauty care line?” she gasped. “How on earth did you manage to get a proposal with them?”

“I have a proposal for you.” A proposal. The word sent a fresh jolt of terror through me. What could he possibly propose? An NDA? A hush payment? A recommendation for a job on another continent? Swallowing hard, my legs feeling like they belonged to someone else, I walked on unsteady feet to the chair and perched on the very edge of it, my portfolio clutched to my chest like a shield. I couldn’t look at him directly, so I focused on a spot on the wall just past his shoulder.

I turned and walked back to my desk without looking at anyone. Still, I could feel the subtle shift in the room. The quiet attention. I sat down, pulled my laptop closer, and stared at the blank screen. I had to write a proposal for a major contract, from start to finish. I exhaled slowly and opened the company database. At first, it looked simple—past contracts, archived proposals, internal reports. Everything was there, just in a way I don't understand.

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.