The Great Ceo Within Novels & Stories

It works, because the tension in his shoulders is released and I can see his body relaxing. "We need to think logically about this," My voice is gentle and quiet, "We know someone from the Red Chain attended the gala because we found a valet receipt in the CEO's office. Now, we need to figure out who from EarthX is feeding them insider knowledge." Atlas looks up at me, his green eyes shining bright. The deep frown lines above his eyes have disappeared, and his jaw isn't as tense as it was. I want to smile at how cute he looks, but I refrain from doing so.

He had ample time to evade capture and drag George with him, but when they were away from the building, George ranted about how they had run away, troubled that his 'followers' would deem him irresponsible. Nat shook his head again. "Geo, there's always a next time. They did not build Rome in a day." "We were just so close. But the CEO had to appear!" CEO? Nat glanced at George. "What CEO?" "That woman watching us behind the crowd, she was the CEO who retrenched us!" His findings caused Nat to freeze and reconsider his perception of the CEO of AD Systems. Eventually, he broke out in a smile. "She's the CEO. I can confidently tell you, I'll want nothing to do with her! The mere sight of her j

Natasha Brown, the newly appointed CEO of Brown Corporation, found herself standing at the threshold of her first official meeting. The expansive boardroom, adorned with sleek furniture and state-of-the-art technology, emanated an air of corporate sophistication. Natasha, clad in a tailored charcoal suit, felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she prepared to address the executive team. The room hushed to a near silence as Natasha took her place at the head of the imposing table, facing the expectant gazes of the seasoned executives. The legacy of her father, Hunter Brown, hung in the air, casting both a shadow and a challenge for Natasha to navigate.

“SELENA COLLINS! WHERE ARE THE DOCUMENTS?!” The walls of Vermillion Cyberspace trembled like they'd heard the voice of the apocalypse. An apocalypse wearing a black suit, brooding intensity, and enough passive-aggressive rage to power a small country. Inside his glass-walled office, CEO Theo van Gogh. Yes, that van Gogh—no, not the painter, but equally dramatic. He stood like an avenging spirit of corporate efficiency. Papers rustled in fear. Coffee machines in the break room paused mid-brew. Somewhere on the 11th floor, an intern dropped his mug and whispered, “He’s summoning her again.”

Jake teased, dragging her along. “Listen, stay here while I go—” “This place is magnificent, why aren’t you gawking?” she asked. “I’ve worked in companies like this in Chicago.” “What? This huge? When?” “Not technically this huge. The CEO, Jaxon, is keen on attracting customers with his power in buildings—” Her breathing stopped. “Wait, who’s the CEO?” “Ah, it’s Jaxon. He’s— Reene? Reene! Where the heck are you going?!”

He is announcing the name of the CEO of the company and -- It's not her. She looks at her grandpa, her face red. Did she see it properly? The name isn't hers. But someone who she never wanted to face... She looks at her grandpa's lips, reading it without any problems, " The CEO of the company is going to be my dearest son-in-law, Xavier Watson. I have been observing his skills for the last six months. And I am surprised that he is really good. So, I want you to lead the company to a better place!"

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.

But if he fails to get married today, then the chances of him being appointed as CEO again at the next board meeting will be very unlikely. Mr. Smith, the largest shareholder in the Samudra Group, is known for disliking people who have a history of failure in his life. He said that the man had never appointed a person who had failed in his life to serve as a leader in his companies. Even though it was just hearsay, Sagara didn't want to take any chances. He still had to choose a safe path, one that will not jeopardize his position as CEO of the Samudra Group.

Chapter Three ASHLEY POV I watched slowly as he took his lips in. Staring at me as if I was helpless. Yes. I was helpless. That should be my middle name. Helpless. Being the CEO of a huge company doesn't make me powerful. I mean you can have money and still lack protection. After I leave here, I am firing every single bodyguard I hired. They are nothing but cowards. I expected them to come and rescue me but this tall, handsome dude saved my damsel in distress.

Something like this only made me internally grateful to Gabriel for 'spreading the word' and this time, whatever Gabriel has in mind for him, I wouldn't even dare to stop him. Thinking of it makes me so angry. I've worked hard my whole life. I made a home for myself and my son and he had the effrontery to waltz in and destroy my properties? Is he going crazy? "Can I get a description of what your ex-boss looks like?" "Or you can just look him up. Shawn Landon, CEO of Landon and co." This is probably just me projecting my anger on the police, but it's not like they're doing anything to soothe it.