Novel & Cerita Saving The Overbearing Ceo

“But why?” “My car broke down, and I had a hard time getting a cab. When I tried explaining to my boss, he just cut me off. That was it.” “He clearly has anger issues,” she added. “He could use a few anger management classes.” “What about you?” she asked, changing the subject. “I’m the CEO of Heriot Investment Company.” “Wow. That’s amazing,” she said, impressed. “We’re actually in need of a manager. The previous one tried to embezzle company funds and got fired. The position’s still vacant.”

“Well, you're all correct, people call me father and CEO because I run almost everything in Classy Heels, and I often appear in news headlines, but I'm not the CEO. My boss's name is Lucas Dowell. He's the head of Classy Heals and the next CEO of Triple Friends Group of Companies. He was the one that save you last night, that came to your rescue last night. I'm afraid he had a thing for you, I'd advise you to stay low and play along. I sat with my mouth hanging in the air, believing him was impossible. I came to understand the lifestyle of top CEOs in the industry. They just have to identify who they like in the industry and sleep with. I understand why he saved me last night, he wanted me f

I hated saying I did too. "You've been gone for years," he said. "You don't know our clients. You don't know our people. You think you can walk in here with your spreadsheets and your proposals and just... take over?" He interlocked his fingers and slammed his arms over the long table. “Aren’t you?” Everyone was silent. I spoke. "I'm not trying to take over. I'm trying to save—" "Save?" Gregory's voice cut through mine. The obviously didn’t want my voice to get out. To the other reasonable board members. Maybe I wasn’t prepared for this much obstruction. "The company isn't dying. It's thriving. Under Jax's leadership—"

Think about the company, the workers who depend on the income! She doesn’t turn around to watch me but answers me over her shoulder you, your company and your employees are no longer my problem or concern! Figure out how to save yourself Mr. Millionaire CEO, you can’t honestly be the head of a company and not know how to save the body! If so Richard and Daphne have wasted a significant amount of time and money on your education, Thornie leave him be, let’s go up I’m starving. The man swivels and joins her in the elevator, straightening himself as the door closes with them inside, I’m now conscious of the eyes on me in the lobby and I shift, returning to the car angrily.

He asks "I want a different doctor to deliver my daughter's baby. I dont want that piece of shit to touch my child or grandchild" I say not caring that everyone looked shoked "What's going on?" chief asks "He hit on me constantly when I worked here then tried to push himself on me when I turned in my two week notice. He touched me constantly without my permission and Jace has the proof that he did. He will not be in this room or i'll deliver this baby myself with the nurses" I say

"Explain why you chose to confirm every suspicion of your incompetence while I was fighting to save your worthless reputation!" Oliver flinched, scrambling for an excuse. "Mom, it was stress! I was under immense pressure! Everyone was accusing me—I just needed a few hours to forget the chaos! I swear I—" "Forget the chaos?" Rose sneered, leaning over the desk, her hands planted firmly on the mahogany. "You created the chaos! While I was fighting the board to prevent your immediate removal, you were publicly confirming every suspicion of your incompetence! You were supposed to be the grieving, misunderstood CEO fighting sabotage. Instead, you look like a privileged clown celebrating our ruin!

She wrapped herself like a burrito with her blanket and cried herself to sleep. _____________________ *THE OFFICE* "This is our typist and tech guru, Sophia. Beautiful, hard working gem. Sophia met Ben, our new Boss." Andre was talking but Sophia was not listening. Her whole attention was on the man in front of her. A cruel slap of fate Chiseled jaw, brown eyes and dark silky hair. It's the stranger from yesterday and he's her boss. Chris! Her stomach churned at his sight.

“Step.” The engine roared, and they sped off. Amanda stood frozen, watching the vehicle disappear. Inside the building, several employees pressed against the glass walls, curious eyes following every motion. When they saw the CEO leave without her, murmurs spread. Only one person had the courage to approach. Sandra Edward, Rykard Industries’ CFO, walked deliberately toward Amanda. “You didn’t leave with the Boss?” she asked. “Thought you two were together.” Amanda bit the inside of her cheek, forcing a polite smile. She bowed slightly.

“Bennett! My mother Victoria loved you like a daughter! She always said you were the true heart and future of the company! Are you really going to sit back in your luxury mansion and watch the entire empire she built from a five-person office get liquidated into bankruptcy?! Even if you hate my guts and want to see me dead, think about your old colleagues! Think about Maya Lynch and the others in the tech department... they have families to feed, mortgages to pay! They will lose absolutely everything by tomorrow afternoon if the servers don't go back online!” My brother took a step forward, his hand moving purposefully toward his holster, his face darkening with rage. “Do you want me to sile

3rd P.O.V. Papers were flying around the room, and Mr. Cartier was seething with anger over the report detailing the downfall of his company since Apollo's resignation. He was desperate to do whatever it took to win back his son and bring him back to the company to boost sales. The situation was particularly challenging because Mr. Cartier's company was outdated and struggling to stay afloat. The scattered papers covered the floor as a visual representation of his frustration and disappointment. In his rage, he called for his assistant to fetch him a cup of coffee and urgently contact his wife. He needed her support and presence at that moment.