Unassailable Ceo Daddy Moira Garcia Novels & Stories

Horace said and knocked on the door of the CEO's office as soon as they got before it. "Come in," a hard voice came in from inside. Horace then walked in with Debby and bowed slightly, "sir, here is the little boy's mother." "You can leave," the CEO said to Horace, he was yet to look at Debby. Once Horace left, he hibernated his computer and set his gaze on Debby. Once he saw her, he frowned as anger immediately aroused inside of him. He clenched his fist hard and pointed to her, "is your father not Broderick Alessandro?"

Beth, what do you you're doing! I was the star of the day, so why wait? I replied through the mindlink. I knew he hated disorderliness, but too late, I was already climbing the podium stairs. He glanced away and spoke. "I hereby declare my beautiful wife and Luna of Moon Valley Pack, Hazel Grey as the new CEO of Oscar company!" My face blanked out as all the air snapped out of my gut. Did I mishear or did Dad just announce my stepmother as the new CEO instead of me?

"She has not even done half of what I have done for this company. So why?" "Will you stay quiet and just let me explain, it's crystal clear that you have sacrificed so much for this company.... but, when it comes to this I have no choice because her husband is rich, he supports her with his shares and that got her to be the CEO! you should know this is entirely not my fault. Not in anyway" He explained which soothes away my anger. He is right, Dora is the one with the highest shares after dad because of her husband. Edwin McCain, the owner of MC company, a fvcking billionaire. Handsome, young, he is what you call arrogant rich, I hate him and my sister.

And for the first time in my life, I truly felt the weight of my father's legacy on my shoulders. The battle was over. The game was won. Now, the real work began. “Good morning everyone. I’m Catalina Gomez Marcellos…” The corner of my lips lifted. “The new Owner and CEO of the Gomez Enterprise.”

"Mr. Carter, thank goodness you're here! The nanny from the Moore family has gone crazy, tormenting Ms. Moore right in front of us! You have to stand up for her!" William followed Linda's finger, pointed toward me, and blinked in confusion. "Which one is the nanny again?" By then, Hazel's face had gone ashen. She looked like she wanted to disappear into the floor. "That shameless one sitting in the CEO's chair!" Linda barked, glaring at me. William's expression instantly turned fierce. "I think you're the crazy one here. She's the late Mr. Moore's only daughter, the CEO of Moore Group. Do none of you know who your actual boss is?"

he responded, his tone indicating a sense of detachment. This unexpected response left Willow with a sinking feeling, as it was the first time she had mustered the courage to express her intentions. Garvin's aloofness made her uneasy, as she prided herself on her refined demeanor. Curious, she inquired, "And what might that be?" Garvin shifted his gaze towards her, meeting her eyes with a coldness in his voice as he replied, "Only my son's biological mother can hold the title of my wife."

She was much prettier than his other mistresses. “I’m Zane’s daughter. You said we have about 20 days left, Mr. Moris. Isn’t it improper for a partnering company to cause a scene? If others hear about it, it might not look good for you, no?” Kenn did not want to give a beautiful woman a hard time, so he stood up. “I didn’t expect Mr. Sullivan to have such a beautiful daughter. Hello, I’m Kenn Moris, the CEO of Purvi.” He extended his hand.

Their mother, Diniyah Garcia, retired as a world renowned chef, the co-founder and Chairwoman of the conglomerate, and the richest woman in the country. I had won a jackpot in a lottery I didn't even sign up for.

Maya The Lawson Corporation boardroom smelled like leather and old money. Twenty executives stared at me from around the mahogany table, their expressions ranging from skeptical to openly hostile. They knew who I was. They did not know if I deserved to be here. Neither did I, honestly. "The quarterly projections for the Southeast Asia division are down eighteen percent," said Richard Moore, CFO and my father's right hand for twenty years. He slid a folder across the table. "Your father suggested you might have insights on how to address this."

Kira said as she threw the accessories on her body onto a house keeper that stood beside her. Mrs. Robinson, Kira's mother, made her into the living room with a dull look on her. "I have a charity gala on Saturday night. Are you and daddy joining us for the event?" Mrs. Robinson took a minute before answering. “Your father would like to see you. He's in the study.” “What's with the glum look mummy dearest?” Her mother remained quiet. She took the stairs a went directly into her bedroom, closing the door when she got in.