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“Connor Manson was supposed to be ours, Logan. Years of pursuing, years of negotiating and what happens? Right, you lose him to MayRidge.” “I'm aware—” “Are you?” He cuts me off and I can picture that profound look of disapproval in his eyes. “Because, from where I'm standing, it looks like you're letting a child run circles around you.” The words sting more than I want to admit. “We still have other prominent investors, Father.” I placate, trying to keep my voice steady. “The Riordan deal is close to closing, and the Berlin expansion—” “Other investors?” He laughs, his voice sharp and humorless. “You think other investors are going to line up to work with a c

“Basic is all I need. I’ll transfer you the money. Go online and leak information about Serena’s family. Her name is already hot—once the public finds out where she really comes from, they’ll rip her apart without us lifting another finger.” Dorian didn’t hesitate. “Understood, Ms. Reinaldi. I’ll start immediately.” He pulled the laptop closer, his long fingers gliding over the keyboard with mechanical precision. The soft tapping echoed through the room. Chiara watched him idly at first. She had known Dorian for years—he was one of the Reinaldi family’s personal operatives, quiet and unassuming, always stationed near her like a shadow. She’d never really looked at him before. Now, under the

Dorian was busy trying to get an interior designer to come and work for him. He was still upset about the fact that Evalux declined his interview and the opportunity to work with him. He scrolled through the list of potential employees he had lined up, but was still not all that impressed. He decided that he was going to work with the blonde he had interviewed a week ago, so he called her up. "Good morning, this is Dorian Rhodes from Rhodes Enterprises," he introduced himself after the woman on the other end answered.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

Renae announced taking away my time to reply and I reached over shaking her hand. "Thank you for allowing me to use your space for free, it's beautiful," Tiana said and I smiled before releasing her hand from the handshake. "It's my pleasure and it's nice to finally meet you," "Likewise," she responded her gaze moving over to Britt. "Ms. Johnson, can I get you something to drink?" The waiter asked as I sat down around the table. "I'm fine," I replied flashing him a grateful smile and he nodded refilling Renae's drink as we all drifted into a conversation, my eyes staying present on Britt who was wearing the most beautiful gown that had me staring shamelessly every few seconds.

he said as we walked and he was showing me everything. "This is what I am proud of son, you don't even know you have promoted your own company without knowing, see," he said as he revealed the greatest label of our time the ROD-I. "Yes, ROD-I is mine and now yours. It is short for RODRIGUEZ INDUSTRIES. Not many people know about this only few of the workers. Others just think I have shares here because I didn't want to draw to many attention to myself when I started this company," he said it as if he is saying something ordinary.

Who else would skim through a strange woman like that? “Pardon me. Ugh… Hello! I’m Renerio Borroni, CEO of Pinnacle Group of Companies,” he said while extending his hand. I zoned out the moment I heard his name. Renerio Borroni. The name itself was the brand in the world of fashion. Denver and Renerio both were rivals. Last year Pinnacle company managed to bag the biggest sponsorship, leaving Denver’s company behind. Renerio always steamed the headlines for his playboy image. He changed his girlfriends like clothes and that was why he was always the talk of the town.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Brian asked. "Yes." I said trying to sound as happy as he was even though inside I was dying. After a few hours or so of me changing in and out of dresses I had finally found the one that hugged my body the way I liked it. It was a purple one strap dress that showed off my small figure with a big diamond flower in the center of it which was almost like a buckle. So I loved how the dres felt on my body. and how it felt when I touched it. Brian smiled then he came closer to me. "This is the one sweetie. Let's get your jewlery out shall we?" He lead me to the bathroom and picked out a variety of choices of necklaces for me to wear as well as bracelets and earrings. I picked out what would match

Author’s POV. The morning sun fell through the large glass walls of the Rodriguez headquarters, spreading a soft golden light across the office. The day was bright and business was good. Allen sat at the far end of the meeting room, his hands folded neatly on the table. He wore a dark gray suit that matched the mood of the room — calm, serious, powerful. Across from him sat Old Grandpa Rodriguez, the man who had built the empire with his own hands. Allen leaned forward slightly. “Sir, the company’s stocks have risen by twenty percent this quarter,” he said, sliding a folder across the table. “The new deal with the foreign investors has pushed our name further into the international market. W