Stay Away, Mr. Ceo! Mga Nobela at Kwento

Wow, I am getting scared of his next move. " I thought you preferred Mr CEO, it actually suits you better", I said and stared at him. He looked away and kept busy with his phone . He put his phone on his Ear and answered a call then he dropped it back. " Did you enjoy your food , Mr CEO...sorry ..Mr Brown", I asked . " kind of ",. " So should I serve you any other thing?", I asked. " No, you can just stand.. I Mean , you can go now", he said. I rolled my eyes and left. The next minute, he called me to come again, very careful of staying far away.

he instructed. I wanted to roll my eyes at him and how he seemed to be giving me so much trouble. “The workday has not yet started, Mr. CEO…” I pointed out. “You can keep on calling me that because soon you won’t have the chance to do so anymore,” he replied before turning on his heels and walking away. “Oh…please…” I muttered as I rolled my eyes now that he wasn’t looking. … I made it!

He was not called Allrounder for nothing. "All your care and you being near him always is not for nothing. I still remember your craze for beauty. And he is jackpot for you. So, I'm asking you for the first and last time STAY.AWAY.FROM.HIM" Jonathan pushed others shoulder and pointed toward the door and the other left silently.

I said, pretending to check the time on my wristwatch. I have to find a way to relax myself because my knees are weakening. I was glad I was sitting on a chair because if not, I will end up tumbling for sure. "I guess you should leave, Mr. CEO. I still have lots of work to do. I'm not sending you away but you really need to go." I decided to tell him instead. "I'll just watch you work. I won't disturb you, I promise.” he said, grinning. "You need to leave,"

she insisted, falling into step with me as we headed toward the elevators. "I am so glad to have you on board, but listen... just a few survival tips before you start your day. Tip number one: Avoid the CEO at all costs." I blinked. "The CEO?" "Xavier Sterling," she whispered, her voice dropping an octave as her eyes scanned the lobby like she was looking for a ghost.

Ethan twirls his imaginary cap, "I'm trying my darn best not to be a complete disaster here. But, let me warn you, if you keep up with this ridiculous behaviour, all bets are off!" Ryan smirks, conjuring up an impish aura, like a mischievous kid who just discovered a whoopee cushion. "Oh really? You're gonna unleash the inner beast on me now?" "Get out!" Mechanical, the CEO, points at the exit. "Leave this very instant!!" He drops the pitch to a ridiculously low scale. "You know I just hate so many things. Uninvited guests barging into my personal bubble? Yeah, that's one of them. Oh, and repeating myself is right up there too!"

"Says the queen of professionalism. Saying fuck you isn't professional!" "I learnt from the best. And by the way, I didn't say fuck you, I only demonstrated with my finger. Focus on your work, and connect me to Mr. Freeman now. Chloe's gone incommunicado." But before Annabelle could reply, the door to the CEO's office slammed shut, and she was left alone.

Jared was frightened by Big Ken's terrifying strength and could not help but retreat backward. "You...don't come over!" Without even needing Big Ken to make a move, Jared had already tripped over himself. When he climbed up, he found that Big Ken was already in front of him. He knew that he could not get away, so he brazenly continued, "I'm warning you! My father is the CEO of the Grand Express Corporation! You'd better keep your sh*t together, or else, with my word, you'll be f*cking..."

He places his phone on the desk, crosses his arms on his chest like a boss and he gives us all of his attention. He raises an eyebrow at Ric. "You mean the CEO, Mr. West?" He puts so much emphasis on the word CEO. "Same thing," Ric says, through gritted teeth. "You are supposed to refer to him as Mr. West or the CEO, not my dad. He is your fucking boss!" I take a deep breath. When you desperately need help, you learn to exercise some humility. "We are here to talk to the CEO," I say, putting my pride aside. Yeah, I am so desperate.

I jump away so fast my chair rolls across the floor and hits a wall. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU,” I hiss. He stands straight. Face unreadable. Voice smooth. “You’re overreacting.” “YOU STARTED THIS.” “You’re yelling.” “BECAUSE YOU ARE—” “Hailey.” “WHAT.” He says, in that infuriatingly calm CEO tone: “You look flushed.” I nearly throw a stapler at him. Before I can recover, he says: “Our meeting starts now.” “I’m quitting.” “You’re not.” “I AM.”