The Ceo's Midnight Remedy Novels & Stories

Chloe, who had been hiding in a corner, sighed in relief and came out. "I hope he didn't recognize me" She whispered and bit her lip. Chloe looked at her wristwatch and gasped loudly. "I'm fûcking late!" She thought and flagged down a taxi. * "Miss Ariel?" Chloe heard a familiar voice and turned back. It was Ellen. Chloe smiled at her. "The CEO is here already" Ellen reported. "Yeah, I know. Does that make me late?" Chloe asked. "Not really. It's still 7am… but how did you know?" Ellen asked slowly.

I have this gut feeling that this advertisement found me in a time of need. "Are you sure you won't sleep with the CEO?" Dylan breaks the silence, peeking over at me from across the lounge. I laugh, rolling my eyes at me, "I highly doubt it."

Ten minutes later, the office door opened, causing the group to turn. "Miss West, have you finished transcribing the speech I asked for?" Mr. Schmidt inquired, stepping out of the office with a folder in his hand and scanning some papers. "I need it before you leave." He paused, noticing the group staring at him in silence. "Who is this?" "Oscar Samuels. The former CEO," the man of mixed race introduced himself, extending his hand. "Stefan Schmidt," the German said, shaking hands. "Ah... you must be the one on leave. Your return is not too far off, is it?"

Devan asked Robi. "It's being prepared," Robi replied casually. "What's the special order? Don't do anything weird, Robi," Eca's voice was heard through the phone, making Robi startled. "You're on the phone with Eca?" Robi asked anxiously. "Yes." "This guy is really damn loyal! Pretending to be faithful!" Robi cursed in his heart. "What's the special order, Robi?" Eca asked again to make sure. "Just a special Wine, a wine that's only available in this bar. Don't worry; I'll make sure Devan doesn't do anything weird. If he does, I'll pinch his kidney," Robi replied while laughing.

“Sit.” She did. No one spoke for several seconds, only the soft hum of data streams flickering above the table, markets, acquisitions, mergers, all insignificant compared to the current that ran beneath the surface. Finally, Caelum broke the silence. “The gala was successful. The press coverage is clean, the succession announcement is complete. But I want to talk about the aftereffects.” “The aftereffects?” Deborah repeated lightly, crossing one leg over the other. “You mean the increased investments or the overnight market surge?”

I hope it's not him. "However, the heir was not prepared for that. He had to fly to another country to study management. But now, the long journey is over." The manager trailed off. He took a deep breath, as if to make the introduction to the CEO more suspenseful. Damn, I'm getting more and more nervous. "The king has arrived! Let's all welcome with a round of applause our newest and original CEO of Thompson Jewelry and Clothing Empire, Mr. Hendrake Jeiz Thompson!"

After all, the matter had been handled discreetly. Sitting in front of him was his son, Joel. Joel was constantly looking down and sending texts to others. His expression was inscrutable. Harrison picked up a wine glass nearby. "Just now, the CEO of Automobile Maestros called me. This time, they're planning to deliver the final blow to Caleb to ensure he can never stand up again. What do you want to do?" Joel, who was still sending messages to someone, put his phone away upon hearing this.

"Work is officially canceled for the morning, boys. Nobody wake the sleeping giants." For the next two hours, the 40th floor operated under an unofficial, absolute state of emergency: Do Not Wake the Snoring CEO. Emma took complete control of the floor like a seasoned general. She stationed the IT director outside the suite with explicit orders to tackle anyone who so much as sneezed near the door, while Julia frantically rescheduled three high-stakes conference calls, claiming Mr. Reynold was "engaged in an intensive, uninterrupted strategic planning session." Inside the quiet office, the afternoon sun began to shift, casting a warm, golden light across the plush carpet.

And his eyes always seem to look down from his eyes. That's when Zen finally broke the deafening silence between them. He loudly put a thing from his hand unto the desk. The CEO then looked at him surprised. "Excuse me, Mr. Claude. I don't know what's wrong with you but it's been bothering me for quite a while. So here's something for you. Goodbye." And with that being said, he quickly left. Mr. Claude was about to stop him from swiftly walking away but he didn't. He looked down at his desk and saw an ointment. It was an ointment for canker sores.

"You said that Midnight gave you a present. What was it?" Hearing this, even Remy got curious, his eyes shifting from the TV to Ryder. Last night, before he left, Midnight had given her the present he promised to make for her. He sounded rather shy and self-conscious when he handed an object, light, and square. Midnight had very tactfully chosen exactly this moment, right before leaving, to give her this, in fear that if he gave it to her sooner and Ryder saw what it was, he wouldn't know how to react to whatever expression Ryder would make.