Talentless Owner Novels & Stories

He asked calmly, but I could hear the tremor in his voice. “Hunter,” I replied without standing. “I came to discuss the deal Mr. Sebastian offered you.” Recognition flashed across his face, quickly followed by disgust. “Ah, you’re one of his lapdogs?” he sneered. “Go tell that old fool I’m not interested.” “Are you sure about that?” “I didn’t stutter.” He gritted out. “Now get out of my property.” He was stubborn, I’d give him that, but he clearly didn’t know me well enough.

He knew this, Blair had told him, but he couldn’t say anything about Luca buying Cyber10 until it was announced. “Nope. Apparently, this new owner is all about ‘streamlining operations,’ so he sent in a team early to ‘evaluate talent.’ So far, evaluating means ignoring me, but I shouldn’t have expected anything different. The woman Nicole he put in charge? She is a piece of work.” “Do you know who the new owner is?” Blair asked.

I replied. The smile disappeared from Mr. Vance’s face as he paled. He set the pen down on his desk and leaned forward, his voice suddenly dropping to a harsh whisper. “Do you have any idea whose wife you are, young lady?” he asked, glancing around the office. “Christian Blackthorne owns half of this city. If he finds out I prepared divorce papers for you, I could lose my license, my firm, and my reputation. I could disappear entirely for even thinking about it.”

I asked, leaning back and resting my hands in my lap. "Elias Blackstone," Michael chimed in, adjusting his glasses while shifting the heavy files to one arm. "The rival CEO is making massive moves behind the scenes, but none of it makes any corporate sense. He's buying up random shell companies and hiring private security firms that usually only work for royalty." Leaning forward, I kept my expression perfectly neutral. "Looking for a new CFO?" "No," Lena said, shaking her head while taking a sip from her ginger tea. "He just looks bothered. Like, deeply, personally bothered. His people are crawling all over the city, asking random questions, and he's been spotted leaving his usual routes ju

And I'm sure his hand is capable of opening the files. "The one with an "X" Miss Park." The secretary said. I wanted to pick up the file and smack it on the head of this lazy-ass CEO, but I held myself. How could he become a CEO when he is this Lazy-ass? He got this position because the owner is his father; of course, he will take over even though he's lazy. I answered my question, sighing. I bent down a bit and then opened the first file. I scanned the page looking for an "X" sign, and when I found one. I pointed it at him.

“I’m telling you, he’ll ask for your numbers and you’ll start chatting, and then setting meetings, and the next thing he’ll start fetching you from home.” “Dion, I’m out of here.” “Mpumi! Mpumi” he called on her, but she continued to walk away. The man wanted to know, “He can’t see, if I’m not mistaken.” “Yes, um. It’s very hard for him. He hasn’t made peace with his condition already.” “Ow, shame.” “Talents…” Mpumi brought up the topic again. She was really that curious. “Entrepreneurship skills? Degree? Expertise? What do you have? Do you sing? Can you act? You just need to know that about yourself and offer it to the world.”

"I'm serious. I need parameters. Are we talking a succulent on the windowsill, or can I go full HGTV on this place?" "One plant or maybe two. That's the limit." "Boring, but okay. We'll start small." She settled back onto the couch, tucking her feet under her. "Oh, and speaking of making this believable—I need employment." That caught me off guard. "You're unemployed?" "Between opportunities, thank you very much." "Doing what?" "I was a legal assistant downtown. Got laid off two months back when my firm merged with some corporate monster." She shrugged, but there's something brittle in the gesture.

Travis shakes his head, “No. The bad news is the owner is a free-spirited bastard who only does business with people depending on his mood. He only does business with a handful of fashion companies in the country.” “Did you send an email? Surely, my father’s company is influential enough to be a part of that number.” “I have contacted them, Leslie. But they refuse to do business with us.” Travis seems so sorry as he says that but I don’t let that break my spirit. It’s the first flicker of hope I am getting in two days and I will not let it go off. “Give me the contact details.” I walk to my table and turn on the computer. “What do you plan to do?”

There was something missing again, but neither of them knew where it was. In the Karahan mansion, which is in the middle of the vast land, the ground was shaking. All the employees were devoted to their work, but it was impossible for them not to hear Kerem's voice. It seemed like no one was living in the mansion because of the closed doors, if not for that voice... Kerem threw the vase in his hand on the ground and broke it, and continued to shout, staring at his father with his fiery eyes. "Tell me as much as you want! I don't understand!

What do you think? Almost everyone had put their bets on Black Tornado. But to their surprise, they lost. Instead, the owner won big time. Ambrose glanced at the tear on his clothes. He didn't like his current appearance. As he slowly unfolded his sleeves, Ambrose said plainly, "Do I look like I'm poor?" The owner wondered how Ambrose lived to see the light of day with his annoying attitude. "Where's my son's robot?" Ambrose asked emotionlessly. The owner was baffled.