Proposal Books Novels & Stories

“Um, yeah so I look forward to hearing your proposal.” “Right, down to business,” he said hastily. “So I feel this proposal will benefit both of us tremendously. I’ve been working on it for over three months. I’ve gone through it several times but, of course, you’re welcome to have your legal team give it a thorough look.” “Yes, that was the plan Mr. Steele,” she said smoothly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jess give a small smile but kept her eyes averted.

Monique said embarrassingly, "I'm not familiar with this product and its function. Also, what's the format for a proposal?" Amelia spun around and said, "You can just surf the net and look for the functions of other products of the similar kind. As for this proposal, it's going to be uploaded only on the company's internal server and not the internet. So, as long as you do it properly, that would suffice." Amelia continued, "Regarding the format, you can just refer to other proposals from our company." "Which is our company's internal server? How do I get into it?" Monique asked.

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

“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.

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.

, 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.

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.

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.

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.”

"That's not what I mean. You know that our company used to pressure its employees. We put work first no matter what. I just feel a little uncomfortable looking at proposals during mealtimes." No one could verify whether what Anne said was true, but they didn't have a choice in this. No matter what, whatever the business partner said goes. Rachel put the proposal away. "No problem, Ms. Charlton. If you don't want to read the proposal, I can dictate the terms for you, and you can take it as storytelling." Anne's spoon hung in mid-air as she looked at Rachel. "Ms. Lloyd, are you that familiar with the proposal? Few can effectively dictate a proposal because there are simply too many details, an