The Ceo Above My Desk Novels & Stories

The 21st floor was the CEO’s floor, accessible only to top management staff and a few select clients. Victor didn’t say a word, instead fixing the clerk with a cold glare. The man immediately assumed Victor was a top client. “Sorry for asking, sir,” the clerk stammered, swiping his card to access the 21st floor. --- Meanwhile, on the 21st floor inside the meeting room, John sat confidently in the CEO’s chair, a smug air about him despite the somber expressions of the board members around him. They all murmured their condolences, offering half-hearted sympathy that he basked in.

“You wouldn’t.” “Try me,” he challenged, his smirk turning wicked. My heart raced as I realized he was dead serious. “Blaze, you can’t just—” He stood abruptly, his towering frame drawing every eye in the room. The murmurs grew louder and I could hear them loud and clear. The CEO is in the cafeteria. With a lady. The Head of the Finance Department. Some of them knew who I was. But many didn't. That was the least of my problems recently as I could feel the heat of embarrassment crawling up my neck.

I really had hoped for a couple other things, and maybe I was right, I needed sleep, but I knew until I had profited from them I wouldn't be able to get a resting mind. “Please excuse me, the acting CEO of this establishment, where I'd be in his office?” I asked a PAS who glanced thoroughly at me before pointing fingers towards ahead. I wheeled in slowly and aahed opened the door without prior notice. To my surprise, there were three men seated across the chair sprawled la,iky with to the end of their lips and class-filled cups of alcohol, as well as two other empty bottles. “Who are you, and what do you want?” A fourth voice called down to me, a frown plastered to his face.

The kind of furniture that costs more than my annual salary. We pass offices with names I recognize from company emails. Sebastian Brown, COO. An empty office with "Chief Technology Officer" on the nameplate. A massive conference room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a view of the entire city. And then we stop. Double doors at the end of the corridor. Dark wood, with no nameplate. But they don't need one. This is the CEO's office. My mouth goes dry. My palms are sweating. I want to run.

“I might be the wicked bitch you think I am, I have as much shares as my ex husband in this company and I call the shots like him too . If I hear one more disrespectful whisper , you will have to drop your if and get your disgusting face off my company. I walked into the elevator the moment I was done talking , as the elevator closed the only thing I could see were their judgment faces , I knew they were going to judge me too but I could care less . Once I got into my office , which had been neatly arranged by my pa , I smiled as I looked at the office that both Tristan and I both shared and right now it was divers with a glass .

As she walked into the quiet hallway no receptionist, no chatter, Just tension she looked at the little sunlight coming through the shining glass window. Her desk was already set up just outside the office of Elias Rourke. The name alone had made her stomach flip when she accepted the offer. He wasn’t just the CEO,he was the most ruthless CEO. The youngest self-made billionaire in the country. Brutal in the boardroom.Rumor had it he once fired a VP for taking a personal call during a meeting. “Miss Hart?” Chloe jumped,a bit scared as she turned toward the voice. A man in a black suit stood behind her. Elias Rourke,In the flesh. Tall, dark-hair, gray eyes and a nice structured body. He wasn’t

THREE YEARS LATER “Who’s Theodore bringing tonight?” one of them asked, her voice sweet enough to draw everyone’s attention. Such a high class hypocrite. The event floor murmured with low conversations and delicate clinking of glasses, the only kind of music you could hear from a room filled with money-filled men and swollen egos. Vincent Winston, head of the Winston Empire stood in the center of it all, his presence commanding more respect than anyone else. But now he was in the middle of being pried on by them.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath to calm my racing heart rate. "Zoey?" someone called my name. I opened my eyes. Mrs. Rose was standing in front of my desk with her usual blank expression. "Yes ma'am?" I answered and stood up. "Come with me." She turned around, walking away. I stood still, confused, but quickly composed myself and ran after her. We boarded the elevator and she pressed the button for the top floor. That's the 50th floor, which also happens to be the CEO's floor.

That woman had reached the pinnacle of how shameless a person could be. "Get divorced right now! Only Mr. Vane is suitable for the CEO position, not a measly assistant. How can he dare to think of ascending to the CEO position with his lowly fortune? At least, Mr. Vane is a great man who can bring various investments to the company.” Mr. Vane gave a smirk, at least that horrible woman could put in a good word for him. It wouldn't hurt to give her more benefits in the future if she manages to convince the board.

I started to walk towards the cubicle when Mr Lanre stopped me. "There is one more thing. The Chief Executive Officer would like to see you immediately, come along." He turned on his heel and strode toward the elevators while I hurried to keep up with him. When we arrived at the topmost floor which was the fifth floor, I noticed it was designed differently from the previous ones. It was done in a sleek, yet artistic manner with many smooth gleaming metallic surfaces, wall paintings and with black marble floor. He led me to a door which had a plaque on it that read, Chief Executive Officer.