Technical Project Manager Salary Novels & Stories

Katalina’s writing career has stagnated since she moved to another city. Her editor gave her an unusual project, she hopes this is her big break. What is the task? An exposé on a bachelor billionaire tycoon who is the buzz of the town. The idea is to expose something shady about his past and harm his reputation. She feels awful about it, but if this is the cost of success, she decides to accept it. After all, the public deserves to know the truth, right? Katalina Robbins pretended to be a high-end real estate agent and have some time with Hunter Collins, she discovered that he was brilliant, engaging, and considerate. He's not what she expected. The more time she spends with him, the stronger her feelings become until Katalina realizes she can't finish her project. Their fledgling relationship would be destroyed if he ever found out about her dark origins.

　　Eight years into my time with the Moretti family, I was both their most capable core member and Don Dominic's wife of three years—but we'd never actually signed the marriage contract. 　　Every single time we were about to go to City Hall to register, he'd ditch me for his female subordinate. 　　The first time, he left me waiting on the side of the road all day because she was sick and weak. 　　The second time, he dumped me halfway there because of one phone call from her. 　　After that, I got stood up again and again. 　　After being stood up for the seventeenth time, I decided to give them what they wanted. 　　I accepted the invitation to a top-tier medical project in Paris, packed my bags, and boarded a plane. 　　But when I actually left, he lost his mind...

I was born blessed by the god of fortune. No matter where I work, I can close major deals while lying down asleep. The underboss of the Castellano mafia family discovers this secret. He shows up at my door personally and invites me to join as a consigliere in name only. He offers me a six-figure annual salary and chauffeur service. He even installs a special ten-foot-wide massage bed in my office just for sleeping. After I join the Castellano family, arms deals finalize one after another. Several stalled collaborations come back to life. The Castellano family's reputation climbs steadily. Until the boss' girlfriend shows up to inspect for the first time. She grabs a pair of scissors and, in front of everyone, shreds my mattress to pieces. "Useless! We don't pay you all this money to sleep! "Starting tomorrow, you're working as a bar hostess. And you'll be paid like one too." I rub my sleepy eyes and stare at her in confusion. Last night, to help the Castellano family finalize that casino operation rights contract, I didn't sleep a wink. I barely fall asleep, so how am I useless? The soldato beside her breaks into a sweat. "Signora, she's…" "Shut up!" she cuts him off arrogantly. "From now on, I'm the one in charge of the Castellano family!" Fine. Since there's no place for me here, I'll find somewhere else to sleep. I hear the rival family's boss is willing to give me an entire luxury estate.

During the Labor Day team retreat, I had booked out the entire top floor of the Grand Summit Hotel. Yet, when my fiancee, Serena Wagner, found out, she was enraged. "Matthew Grant, are you out of your mind? Spending over 800,000 dollars to rent a place for one day? Since you're so rich and have nowhere else to splurge, just let me help you spend it!" Then, she called over our intern, Dylan Foster. She pointed at him and started yelling at me. "He only makes 6000 a month as an intern. Why don't you give him this money instead?" I looked at my colleagues standing nearby, their faces clearly uncomfortable. I replied calmly, "His salary isn't low compared to industry standards. Besides, the team-building budget belongs to everyone. Why should I give it all to him?" However, the moment those words left my mouth, Serena exploded. "I'm your finance director and your future wife! Of course, I get to control where your money goes. If you don't agree, then let's call off the engagement!" With that, she stormed off with Dylan. I silently picked up a bottle from the floor and poured myself three glasses. The first glass was for her, for being with me through the first half of my life. The second glass was for me, for having a clear conscience in this relationship. The third glass was for both of us. I wished us well as we parted ways and moved on with our separate lives.

I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers. Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett. I storm into Matthew's office to confront him. Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake. "It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie. I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!" "Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns. Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off." I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him. Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten." Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis. I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you." I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer." Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.

On the day before the Christmas holidays start, my wife, Irene Owens, intends to promote me and give me a raise in order to celebrate my feat of closing a hundred-million-dollar deal. But her assistant, Cody Harrington, purposefully feeds her some cake. Irene, who's known to be a germaphobe, doesn't show any trace of disgust as she subconsciously accepts the spoon, which is tainted with Cody's saliva, into her mouth. The employees begin cheering for them on the spot. Some ask if they are about to get married. Not only does Irene not refute those questions, but she also promotes Cody to a department manager on the spot. When a colleague next to me realizes how silent I've been, he nudges me in the side. "Hey Seb, you're the veteran employee who's stuck by Ms. Owens' side for so long. Why aren't you reacting to the news?" I merely sneer as I toss my share transfer agreement to Cody. "A promotion isn't enough, is it? You can have these shares as your wedding gift."

Amanda comes back happily from the hospital with news of her pregnancy, but finds her husband, Carlos in bed with another woman, his Ex Girlfriend . She is hurt, and confronts him, but Carlos doesn't feel remorseful. He throws divorce papers at her and sent her out of his house to the streetsAmanda is Devastated, she has nowhere and no one to run to as her family had already disowned her, for getting married to Carlos even after their disapproval. So she struggles on her own and Seven Years later, She is back, but not longer as the poor lonely woman they once knew. But as a Multi Billionaire Empress.Carlos wants her back, but she doesn't want him. She is back for a business project and wants to use the opportunity to pay him back for treating her badly in the pastWill Amanda Reconcile with Carlos after he redeems himself? Or will she betray him just like he did to her? Read to find.

Channary always believed the Moon had blessed her. Born to an Alpha family, she was destined for greatness. So on the night of the Blood-Moon Unity Festival, a gathering where newly made wolves seek their fated mates, she was certain that fate was on her side. But as the blood-red moon bathed the night sky, her life took a dark turn. Drugged and mated against her will, Channary was left abandoned in The Grove, shunned by her pack and disowned by her father, the Alpha. Years later, Channary lives four packs away, raising her twin daughters in secrecy, piecing together a quiet life as she leaves the past behind. But as her daughters’ school project awakens their curiosity about their family roots, Channary's carefully guarded walls begin to crumble. Reluctantly, she attends a meeting with their teacher, where an unexpected encounter brings her face to face with a man who claims to be her mate—the one she’d sworn never to forgive—and the father of her children.

Aiva is just a she-wolf leading an ordinary life like anybody else. But she was rejected just after her new engagement with her new boyfriend. No time to feel sorry for the loss of her relationship, she had to pay for her brother's school fees and debts. Being the manager of the Bikers' Club, she decided to take an advance from her boss, Leo Williams, the very person she is most afraid of. But she only encountered him with a she-wolf on her knees as she was giving him a blowjob. Leo's eyes matched hers, and he asked, smiling, "Wanna join?" Leo Williams is the Alpha of Howl Pack, and the Bikers' Club is just one of his many organizations. His eyes, mind, and heart were set on Aiva the moment he saw her once. And, now that she is rejected, and her second-chance mate, who would stop him from letting his desires, obsession, and possessiveness over her grow? She is his. His MATE. His to be with from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

A little over a month pregnant, I was happily looking forward to my wedding—until my fiance teamed up with my parents and brothers to put me on trial at the Court of Justice. They fabricated charge after charge, hoping to have me executed in the name of the law. If the judge found me guilty, I would be sentenced to death on the spot. Once I was dead, my corneas would be transplanted into my adopted sister, and everything I owned—my assets and insurance—would be claimed by them. Faced with my fiance’s betrayal and my family’s treachery, I fought back. I demanded the judge use the latest medical technology to extract my memories and project them on the big screen, letting the judge and hundreds of public jurors decide my fate. Just as everyone was smugly certain of their victory, the truth revealed by my memories moved the entire courtroom to tears.