The Ceo’s Allowance Novels & Stories

“CEO Damian Valor.” I groaned in frustration and face-palmed myself when I realized that I knew the man in bed with me. How could I have missed his face? He was in every magazine, interview, and newspaper. His family owned half of New York City; at the mention of his name, even married women would turn. The first son of the Valor family, the cold and ruthless CEO of Valor Group companies, his arrogance precedes him. And guess what? He was the one that fucked the hell out of me.

Lauren had cooked and they had worked together, had a conversation and it was like they had been married for years and not a month. As someone who had always craved for a home of his, this was something he didn’t want to lose, so it became a habit and even the workers at the Ashford Empire were surprised when they saw their workaholic CEO who had always come to the office earlier than them and left later than others had now begin to go home early. The moment it was time to go home, they would see their CEO rushing out of the company. But the one who suffered this was Assistant Caleb who got dumped with all the leftover work, but the good thing was that Alex had also seen how hard he worked a

“Start what?” He opened the portfolio. Inside, the Drevane Holdings insignia gleamed under the light. Executive Secretary to the CEO. Salary: €50,000 a month. “You’re joking,” I said, though the words broke halfway. “Secretary? To you?” “The rate,” he replied, unflinching, “is result-based.”

“You can’t afford your own rentals. Why are you dreaming about appliances?” Selena gave a majestic shrug. “Well, if you and your blessed-by-generational-wealth company actually paid me what I’m worth, I could afford two espresso machines. One for home, one for emotional support.” Theo fell silent. Because unfortunately… she had a point. While he was the CEO, technically, his salary decisions still went through one man... his father. And Daddy Van Gogh, who believed employees should earn raises only through blood oaths and corporate soul-binding rituals, denied every single salary increase like it personally offended his sharp eyebrows.

Especially since he will get enough money from it. Not like he needed the money anyway. In the one year and three months that we have been married, he has been promoted to the position of chief executive officer, and I heard a rumour that the current chairman will step down and he will take over. He has so much money. Okay, I won’t lie, more than half of the five billion I have to pay him is the allowances he has given me since we got married. It’s not like I asked for it. I never ask for anything. He buys me luxury items and makes sure my account is always loaded.

"If it gets found out, we go down together. A résumé line that says 'executive office, Cross Enterprises' isn't exactly going to hurt either of our job prospects." "No you don't have to" "We're done arguing. It's decided." Megan cut her off, eyes bright. "Also, good news you got a raise. Base is thirty-seven thousand now, and with overtime and allowances, you're clearing almost forty after tax." Joy went quiet at the number for a beat. That morning, five hundred thousand had shown up in her account pocket money, courtesy of the chairman. Not even enough for a decent designer bag. A number, and a message. A reminder not to ask for more than she was worth.

I couldn't believe my ears. “Actually, that's more than enough, Miss Sara.” My heart was beating hard against my chest. She was really going to pay me all of that? “You deserve it, and if you do even better, I won't hesitate to add more.” As if she couldn't see how shocked I was, she took out another file from one of her many drawers and handed it to me. “Our company is still new. But after some time, there will be additional increases to the allowances.” So three thousand dollars was still too small for this company?

As previously stated, nobody is allowed to give less than 1,000 dollars. My jaw dropped. The rest of the colleagues also looked shocked and reluctant. Jazmine's gaze then found me again. She pointed at me and said, "As for you, Colin Whitaker. You're the Deputy CEO. You should give him a bonus of 20,000 dollars. You don't have a problem with that, do you?" In the past, she used to give encouragement to our company interns who managed to close the deal on a huge sale. And back then, I thought that since Jazmine and I were married, we moved as a unit, and therefore, I didn't want to let her down.

He brought out a cheque book and a pen from his suit pocket, tore out a leave out of the cheque book and started writing on it "You don't have to do that sir" "Wait until you see the amount" "I'm not with your son because of his cash" He stopped writing and passed me the cheque "I'm not taking that" I rejected "You don't have an option" I took the cheque from him and checked the amount $100,000 "You want me to leave your son for this amount?" "I can double it, triple it" "I don't want your money" He tore out another cheque leaf and started writing on it.

“So…” “Ok, ok. I figured since you are the new CEO that you should be coming to work like the gorgeous, intelligent badass that you are.” “… I see. Where’s my car then?” “Your car is parked in the garage. I know you wouldn’t want to be driven everywhere you want to go.” “This is only for going to and from work, right?” “Yes, and the good thing about having a driver is I can sit in the back with you and go over files, meetings, and everything else that you may need to do.”