NovelEnglishChapter 38 Three years ago, the Fitzgerald Group was already the leading corporation in Capitolion. Now, its influence stretches across the globe.
Looking back, it's no wonder the company's founding board members once doubted Victor Fitzgerald's capabilities.
Victor was the embodiment of effortless charm-confident, wild, razor-sharp, and strikingly handsome.
With looks more fitting for a top male model than a hard-nosed CEO, he turned heads wherever he went. Victor glanced at the number on the screen and nodded, clearly satisfied.
He had always run the company with a clear system of reward and discipline.
"This year, everyone's year-end bonus will be doubled." "Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald!" "Thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald!" "We'll meet again once the second half's investment plan is finalized. That's all for today." Laughter and chatter filled the air as the team filed out of the conference room, spirits high.
Victor was just about to head back to his office when his assistant, Jasmine, approached.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe took in his tall, athletic frame, the way he stood with one hand in his pocket, exuding an air of relaxed confidence.
Even though Jasmine had a boyfriend, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered in his presence.
A man like Victor-blessed by fate-could draw attention just by existing.
If Jasmine hadn't been so keenly aware of the gulf between them, she might have entertained ambitions of her own.
Don't be fooled by her title-assistant to the CEO of the Fitzgerald Group. Jasmine was also a Beckett family heiress in her own right.
Landing this job had taken considerable effort and no small amount of family influence.
She composed herself and said, "Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Vaughan from the Vaughan Group is at reception. She'd like to speak with you." Isadora Vaughan? That woman certainly wasted no time.
A subtle, amused curve appeared at the corner of Victor's mouth. "Send her straight to my office." "Uh-?" Victor shot Jasmine a lazy look, his tone casual but tinged with authority. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Jasmine waved her hands quickly. "No, that's not necessary." Her surprise was understandable.
Everyone at the company knew Victor almost never met clients in his personal office.
Unlike other CEOS with walls lined with business tomes, Victor's office was pure Americana—a full display of model cars along the shelves.
Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city, while putting greens and a punching bag hinted at his athletic pursuits.
There was even a private room set aside for him to unwind.
For all other business meetings, there was a formal conference suite next door, reserved for clients and routine affairs.
Jasmine wondered if perhaps Pearl Vaughan really did know Victor personally. After all, Pearl had given her several limited-edition Hermès bags, begging her for help.
Pushing aside her thoughts, Jasmine dialed reception to pass along the message.
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A few minutes later, Pearl arrived on the 99th floor, dressed in acustom Chanel Chanel dress and towering heels. Jasmine led her toward the CEO's office.
"Jasmine, I owe you for this," Pearl whispered. "If I land this i land this investment, I'LLmake sure you're properly thanked."
Standing by the office door, Jasmine gave a small, awkward cough. "Go on in-Mr. Fitzgerald's waiting for you in his private office. Don't waste this chance." Pearl took a steadying breath, rapped on the door, and heard a deep, relaxed male voice call, "Cin." Her heart skipped a beat.
She'd only glimpsed Victor from afar last time-a fleeting profile, the line of his back.
But his image had haunted her ever since, even slipping into her dreams.
He was so handsit made her want to scream. And not just handsome-he was wealthy, magnetic, and seemed tailor-made for her.
Pearl drew in a long breath, turned the handle, and strode in on her heels.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, good afternoon."
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