Novel & Cerita The Ceo Above My Desk

The seat of the CEO. It was supposed to be my father’s anyway. But Rowen had taken it somehow. I will uncover his dirty tracks, showing how he charmed the board, pulled strings, and made power plays while my father wasted years trying to keep everyone happy. And now here I was, still sitting as a goddamn Director while Rowen sat at the top floor like a fucking king. That was going to change. Soon. I pushed through the frosted glass door of my office and immediately noticed the empty desk outside.

I couldn't afford to make any mistakes since this deal may be a big step forward. A luxury office area with floor-to-ceiling windows facing New York was available via the lift doors. It was a stunning view that told you that you had achieved. Then, my eyes caught him. The CEO was sitting at the desk with his head bent over his computer. My stomach turned with shock, and my heart stopped. No. It isn't possible. He looked up, and we looked at each other. It was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. In fact, my ex-husband Alex was the CEO.

Julian’s POV I sat at the head of the long mahogany conference table, one leg crossed over the other, the Manhattan skyline glittering behind me like a bed of diamonds. The Windsor Empire’s 83rd-floor boardroom rarely saw the weight of silence. Usually, it was filled with noise, strategy updates, global rollouts, and merger debates. But today, it was quiet. Because today, I was waiting for her. I was waiting for Grandma Celesta. She didn’t usually get involved in operations. Ever since I took over as CEO, she’d stayed in the background, sipping her tea, sitting in her rose garden, throwing the occasional pointed glance when I brought a date to family brunch. But in business? She trusted me.

“Mr. Aaron Reynolds arrived early this morning. He stated that, as CEO, the top-floor executive office now belongs to him.” My jaw tightened. “He ordered everything in your office to be relocated to the 28th floor.” The twenty-eighth floor. Not even the executive wing. For a split second, something hot flared in my chest. What the hell? I didn’t waste another second standing there and stepped inside the elevator. Derek followed immediately. Without hesitation, I pressed the button for the 36th floor—the top floor of the building. The executive level. The office that had been mine. The doors slid shut.

He sat at the head of the table, lounging back in his chair as if bored, his fingers steepled. The HR woman began the introductions. “Lana, thank you for coming. I’m Elena from HR, this is Mr. Demarchelier, our Head of Design, Leo from Marketing, and,” she gestured to the man at the head, “Mr. Thorne, our CEO.” CEO. The owner’s son. Not just the head of creative. The beast at the top of the food chain. My stomach dropped. I’d just insulted the most powerful person in the building minutes before my interview.

I see why I’ve been asked by random people multiple times today if I was okay. When the doors finally slid open at the top floor, silence greeted me. The hallway to Alexander’s office was wide and spotless. Of course it was the CEO’s floor. Rumor had it he had obsessive tendencies and couldn’t stand even a speck of dust. His assistant wasn’t at her desk, which I counted as a small mercy. Maybe she was out for lunch. I walked past her empty chair and paused at the double doors of the CEO's office. I raised my hand to knock but hesitated

By the time he stepped off the elevator with three weary vice presidents in tow, my desk was unrecognizable. I had draped a pink, sparkly picnic blanket over the desktop. A family of neon plastic flamingos guarded my keyboard, flanked by three different scented candles and a fluffy pink steering wheel cover I found in a janitor's cart. A handmade cardboard sign taped to the front of the desk read: CEO TEARS COLLECTOR. Cyrus stopped in his tracks right outside the boardroom doors. His vice presidents bumped into his back like train cars. He stared at my desk. His eyes tracked the plastic flamingos, lingered on the pink steering wheel cover, and finally landed on the neon sign.

I started toward the elevators, leaving Elara standing behind me. Just before the doors closed, I glanced back. She was still watching me. Good! I love the look on her face. Let her wonder what came next. --- My office was on the top floor, and I could not help smiling when I saw my name engraved on the silver plaque beside the door. AURELIA WHITMORE - CEO I had imagined this moment before, but the reality felt different. This was no longer about proving that I could survive without Asher or showing people that I was worth more than they believed.

The remaining floors except TOP 4 floors contain security, accounts dept, logistics, programmers, design dept, deployment team, project handlers, cafeteria, PR dept, HR dept, managers, finance dept, etc The entire top floor is for our CEO and a small reception area for his assistant. I worked myself into a minor panic attack when I reached the 50th floor. CEO's are not needed to fire a lowly assistant secretary generally. But I can't fathom any other reason for this call. 'Hi, I'm Erica Anderson, assistant secretary to Mr. knight. I have been told to report here’, I said to the secretary who looks like a bombshell. She looked me up and down and found I was lacking I guess from the sour expre

"No i'm COO. My brother is the CEO, 15th floor. It's nice to meet you Zara..." "Okafor" I completed and he raised his eyebrows. "Of Kaph?" He asked and I nodded. "I need to go get him to sign these. It's nice to meet you." I said wanting to discharge him. "Likewise" he said looking at me like I'm some meal. I quickly stepped around him and made my way to the elevator. Although I was still feeling his gaze at my back the whole time. I got to the 15th floor and asked someone for the place. It happened to be the door opposite the elevator.