Submitting To My Master Ceo Novels & Stories

Amelia mumbled placing her hands on Megan’s shoulder and then staring at her room, the luxurious interior decor was enough to inform her that she indeed got the best room. * “Good afternoon boss… the contract has been sent.” Riyyan his newly assigned Secretary bowed softly as he walked into Maximo’s office, after being granted permission to. “Drop it and Leave.” his reply was Curt as he had his face glued to the screen as he worked on his screen. “Yes, boss,” Riyyan replied and gave a bow, he dropped it on the table and screwed away. Maximo raised his gaze after a few seconds, he took the brown envelope and opened it, his eyes pierced through the white piece of paper that the envelope concea

Now I was scared to my bones. Another text came. And I swear my heart stopped beating. MASTER; I change my mind. Send me a video of you touching yourself right there in the office. You have ten minutes.

Before he could finish, the door slammed open. Sebastian strode in, gripping a stack of documents in his hand, his eyes burning with satisfaction. "Enough of this," he said, lifting the papers. "I’ve got something more important to share." I stiffened in my wheelchair, my hands clenching the armrests. "What the hell is this, Sebastian?" He smirked, stepping forward like he owned the damn place. "I'm now the CEO of Lockwood Industries," he declared. "And I want every single one of you out of my mansion. Now."

**Isa First-day jitters had never been a thing for me. Even when it came to my first days of school each year or going on first dates or starting new jobs, I just wasn't a nervous person. Instead, it was more thrilling to me than anything. I wasn't COO of my investing app anymore, but I would have the opportunity to try out a new area of business that I had always been interested in. As the Chief Marketing Officer of this new company, SoulMode International, I would finally get to put my Master's Degree in Marketing to use.

Who knows, maybe I might not get this anywhere else, or it might take me an eternity before I would be able to get another one, and my stay at the hotel would've been due by then. "The CEO has seen your documents, and she asked to pass you. So, you are hired," He smiled at me, and I scoffed. Just like that? As much as I wanted to conclude that I was just being lucky, something kept telling me that somehow, something was wrong somewhere. Something was really happening. "Was it you? Were you the one that submitted my documents here?" I leaned forward and asked him, and he raised his eyebrows confusingly. "What are you saying, Ms. Celine? Didn't you submit your documents by yourself?" I breathe

“You’ll be supporting the CEO directly. He likes things sharp and quiet, so I think you’ll do just fine.” Before I could ask more, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then looked at me. “Ah — perfect timing. The new CEO just arrived. Give me a moment.” I nodded, adjusting the papers in my hands, heart fluttering with anticipation. New CEO? I’d heard they were changing leadership, but no one mentioned who. Maybe someone impressive: an industry veteran, or some genius prodigy. A few minutes later, I heard the soft murmur of voices before the manager reappeared… and with him—

“One is enough.” I sighed, “One is to the CEO, the other is to his secretary. They never say it openly but do you think the CEO will look at it himself? He is busy enough as it is. What we are submitting to him is only for formality sake. The real person that will look over it is Kelvin,” I replied. Subconsciously, I smiled as I mentioned his name. Rosa must have noticed that. “Ah, Mr. Kelvin,” she muttered. “That must be the reason why you’re so excited.”

“Stefani, I admit you’re my most naïve model. Don’t you understand that our world is too dark for you, who thinks everything can be achieved by the right means?” “What do you mean?” I asked, still confused. “Mr. Khill is the CEO of one of the largest agencies in the country. By connecting with him, it will be easier for you to achieve your goals. The more you can please him, the faster you will achieve your dreams.” “So, so… you’re asking me to serve him in bed?” I was shocked. “Yeah, what else? Did you think you’d just hand over the package with that sexy look of yours, Stefani? Come on, many of the models do this to succeed, don’t be naïve.”

Davis is standing beside my desk. I straighten slightly. “Good morning, Mr. Rowan.” He looks at the file in front of me. “Are you finished with the operations report?” “Almost.” “How long?” “About twenty minutes.” He nods. “Bring it to my office when you’re done.” “Alright.” He turns and walks away. I watch him for a second before looking back at my screen. There is nothing unusual about the request. He is my CEO. I report to him, and he needs the report. That should be all.

His eyes remained steady, serious, and completely committed to the sentence he had placed in the air between us. The executive floor continued around us in its ordinary rhythm. Phones sounded softly from open doorways. An assistant passed with a stack of folders, glancing once in our direction before continuing on. The glass walls of the surrounding offices reflected the late-morning light and the controlled movement of a company that did not pause for private upheaval. None of it matched the surreal pressure of standing—sitting—inside a marriage proposal from a man I had met only hours earlier across a negotiation table. “You don’t even know me,” I said.