The Proposal Book Novels & Stories

Roman, who had been silent thus far, watched the exchange with a piercing gaze. “I’d suggest you counter my proposal instead of resorting to cheap shots,” I fired back, my tone calm but cutting. “Unless you don’t have one?” Ethan bristled, flipping open his folder and presenting a proposal riddled with overly optimistic projections. “This plan ensures quicker returns by focusing on urban centers with higher insurance coverage. It’s straightforward and avoids unnecessary expenditure on outreach.”

Chapter Two: The Proposal Simeon leaned back in his chair, tapping a pen idly on his desk, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as he replayed the events of earlier that day. It was hard to believe it had actually happened. He had been the recipient of a proposal—but not just any proposal. A proposal from a complete stranger. He couldn't help but have a chuckle to himself as he picked up the card Elizabeth had handed him. It had been ages since he'd had one of these days.

He snorted conceded, then reached into a drawer and pulled out a crisp document, placing it deliberately on the desk between us. “Take a look,” he said, his tone infuriatingly calm. “Then you can make your decision.” I hesitated. My hands trembled, betraying the storm raging inside me, his gaze boring in mine. After a long moment, I snatched the paper from the desk and unfolded it, forcing my eyes to scan the words. It was a proposal. A detailed partnership for children like Owen—children with autism and other illnesses that affected werewolves. And the kicker? I would lead the entire project. With a near unlimited budget.

Once Marcia was seated, he clapped his hands and said seriously, "This morning, I received Clearvista's proposal. It's quite tempting." He gestured toward Booth, who immediately began distributing the documents. Kevin continued, "Their proposal offers them no advantages. Look it over and share your thoughts." Marcia skimmed the document carefully before commenting, her tone measured but firm. "If Alan hasn't completely lost his mind, this proposal is well-crafted." Booth couldn't suppress a chuckle. Her sharp tongue seemed to be growing more pronounced. Kevin smiled as well. "Exactly. You have to admit, it's a sincere offer."

"Say yes! Say yes!" I kneeled in the middle of the crowd, awaiting a response, as my friends' excited shouts drowned out the square. "Enough. You're so annoying." Hailey Morgan, the woman I was proposing to, snatched the flowers from the ground and hurled them hard at me. Her expression was vicious as she exclaimed, "You're so selfish! What else do you know besides pressuring me into marriage? I've told you so many times that I can't get married right now."

Everyone in our circle knew me as Violet Gilman's devoted lapdog of a boyfriend. If she told me to jump into a river, I jumped. If she wanted me kneeling in the rain all night, I knelt through the night. I was so obedient that when she kept a boy toy on the side, I'd even volunteer to bring him condoms. People in our circle praised her for raising such a good lapdog, and sneered at me, certain I'd stoop to anything just to marry into money. But when she brought up marriage herself at a family dinner, I shook my head and turned her down. "I've already done everything there is to do. Marriage, though? That, we can skip."

Monique said embarrassingly, "I'm not familiar with this product and its function. Also, what's the format for a proposal?" Amelia spun around and said, "You can just surf the net and look for the functions of other products of the similar kind. As for this proposal, it's going to be uploaded only on the company's internal server and not the internet. So, as long as you do it properly, that would suffice." Amelia continued, "Regarding the format, you can just refer to other proposals from our company." "Which is our company's internal server? How do I get into it?" Monique asked.

“Why are you here, Vivian?” There was no warmth in my tone. There rarely was. Except with my Emily of course. She adjusted her blazer before stepping forward. “I came to discuss a proposal.” Of course she did. Vivian never visited without purpose. She placed a document neatly in front of me, her manicured fingers lingering for a second before withdrawing. I opened it and skimmed through the pages. It was structured well. Detailed projections. Clear benefits. A strategic collaboration that would strengthen both companies’ market reach. Logical. Profitable. Made sense.

Ollie takes out a document. "This is the proposal that my team and I have made in the past two days. According to the current development track, the Miller Group is definitely not Going on the right way. We are a business, not a charity. First of all, we must make profits to develop in the long run." I open the file he handed over and take a rough look at it. "Mr. Brown, can I take your proposal back to my company and have a meeting to discuss it?" "sure."

She wanted to see if William had any more snarky comments against that. Steven Barrack brought his proposal to them a few minutes later, and he had also made three copies of it as Paisley did. One copy was given to Hayden, and another to Paisley. The last one was placed in front of William. Hayden flipped it casually and took a glance. However, his facial expressions changed as he began to read through the proposal carefully. Paisley also opened the proposal. She had just wanted to put on an act, but her face changed when she began to read the actual content in it.