Submitting To My Master Ceo Novels & Stories

It will be a disaster if it goes to my apartment. " Butler Kevin! I need to attend some business. You should prepare everything she wants to have as breakfast." I inform grabbing my suit... " If she asks about me, tell her I will be back to have lunch together!" I better hurry. The Company I run isn't my property. So I have been working my ass off to make sure I save some money to have my own business one day. It's not bad to work as CEO of a billionaire of dollars' company. But It will make you a workaholic and you will realize, that once you make the slightest mistake, your hard work will be nothing. Almost like a slave working hard. My position as CEO of my parents' company is like a slav

Groaning,I stood up taking the files with me into his office. Mr CEO glanced up as I came in. "Knocking or calling would have been nice. " He said, surveying my dress with his eyes. I ignored him and placed the files on his desk. Staring up at him,I pushed it forward. "It's from Mr Owen Gomez. And he says to return it today. That's a lot of work forme cos I'm gonna do a lot of recording. I hope to get a day off tomorrow." I said but Mr CEO misunderstood me entirely as he smiled mischievously.

“I'm making you the CEO of the new company I created in Miami. I'll send the documents containing everything you'll need to succeed in your new role.” “Bu— but I don't know how to head a company.” “Obviously. I have put that into consideration and you won't have to do anything else but be the CEO.” He smirked. “Everyone and everything will be at your beck and call and you obviously don't have to worry about a single thing. You just have to sound smart, which I'm starting to think will be a problem.” “That's why I have prepared the documents. You're my wife, start acting like it.”

I commanded as he smiled walking away from the office. " What again, Mia?" He asked. " Do I need an interview to get the job" I asked. " Yes," " Aren't you the CEO of this company and you can just give anyone the job without an interview " I exclaimed. " It doesn't work that way and beside I'm not yet the CEO" I interrupted. " Whose then the CEO," I asked. " My dad " he said. " Hmmm," I reacted. " So,did you undergo this process" I questioned with a nicer tune.

I am good. One day, as I was engrossed in my work, the office manager approached my desk with a sense of urgency in his voice. "Susan ica, the CEO, wants to review the company's accounts. He specifically requested that you prepare the reports and bring them to his office." I was taken aback by the request. The CEO? Is it not the CEO we all know? It Could be possible that my past wants to cast me so many questions run through my mind. With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, I gathered the necessary documents and made my way to the CEO's office. As I approached the door, my heart raced with a mixture of emotions.

Justin POV’s At the Company… I sat at my desk, sorting through the endless stacks of paperwork that seemed to multiply every time I turned my back. Just as I was beginning to feel overwhelmed. My secretary, Mr Dante knocked on the door and he walked in. "Sir, you have a meeting at 2 o'clock and it’s time," He said. I sighed and stood up, wishing I could just stay buried in my work, but I knew I had to get on with it.

He had asked me about this since then, but I kept turning it down because I was not ready. "Wow, that's great that Auntie Jeanette still does the dancing class." I answered him and changed the topic. "Fleur, when do you plan to show yourself?" I blinked my eyes, thinking what I should say to him. But the real thing is, I want to finish my master's degree in business before introducing myself to everyone. "Why? Are you tired of being the CEO of the Guevarra godfather?" I asked him without responding to his question.

But then reality hit me like a bucket of ice water. To move this into the testing phase, I needed the CEO’s sign-off. I needed Jordan’s signature. I looked at the "Submit for Review" button on my screen. If I clicked it, it would go straight to his executive dashboard. He’d see it. He’d probably call me up to his office to explain it. "Dammit," I whispered, leaning back in my chair. How was I supposed to be a "professional junior consultant" when my heart did a backflip every time his name popped up in my inbox? I looked at the proposal one more time. It was good. It was really good.

“Oh… right. Each unit submits a report. Updates, projections, performance… all of that.” I blinked. “I don’t have one.” “You just joined,” he explained. “You’re not expected to present yet.” My brows knitted together in doubt. “Are you sure?” He hesitated, then gave a small shrug. “He should understand.” 'Should.' I exhaled slowly and sat back, trying not to look as out of place as I suddenly felt. Then the door opened.

she greeted, still packing her things and barely paying any attention to her. Mary tilted her head. “Are you leaving?” Sophia glanced at her briefly before nodding slowly. “Yes. It's five pm already,” she gestured to the table clock on her desk. Mary pouted. “Too bad. I was hoping you could work on these files and submit them on my desk by tomorrow morning. They're needed for tomorrow's meeting.” Sophia’s smile faltered. “But it's five pm.” Mary's face twisted. “Are you saying you can't work on it? It's not like you won't get paid overtime.” She lifted her brow. “Or is it because you're screwing the CEO? You think you're above us now? I am still your boss, Sophia.”