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by Steve Bederman
Description: "The CEO" is a fast paced corporate thriller of loves come and gone, innovation, resilience, corporate philanthropy, vision, and deception. Corporate business leaders are protected by their own small armies of private security whose power will surprise. The story takes the reader behind the scenes and into the back office meetings of both corporations and countries; travelling from Denver to New York to London to Bogota and to Paris. As Mitch and his team of loyalists' race against time they are faced with constant revelation of threats against the company and those involved; including the life of the woman that Mitch falls deeply in love with. The depth of the plot reveals a 200 year old secret between two of the world's most powerful countries. If the secret is revealed it could destroy the balance of power in the world. Though, if the secret stays protected it could crush all that Mitch Jacobs desires. Although Mitch Jacobs never questions his ability to conquer the current forces against him, it is a race to answer the questions: Will Mitch be able to discover who is leading the attack on him before it is too late? Is this conspiracy the result of the usual corporate competition or does it emanate from the power hungry executives in his company? What interest do certain world leaders have in this plot that will destroy all that Mitch has built? Most important Mitch has fallen in love with two women whose essence and similarities (and differences) of character lead him on his mission
eBook Publisher: Solstice Publishing/Solstice Publishing, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010
35 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [476 KB]
Reading time: 323-452 min.
It was springtime. Early morning cool breeze belaying the warmth that inevitably blew out of the foothills and into the city most mornings. Denver, Colorado was a high plain city; moderate, beautiful, and relatively peaceful.
He walked slowly down the aisle of the Safeway, stopping to pick up a package of donuts. Turning to his right he saw the pharmacy. His heart raced, his forehead moist. Time slowed and his skin prickled, his breathing loud in his ears. A beautiful day; cool and calm. He saw no one else at the counter. He knew it was his time. Careful. Be steady, just a young and affluent market maker, a leader in his own right.
He walked to the counter, to the young clerk, "Thompson. Mary Thompson," he said, maybe a bit too loudly. Clearing his throat, he glanced at his watch and smiled.
She walked to the prescription baskets, "Johnson?"
"No, Thompson. My wife is having problems sleeping and I thought they had called in something last night. Hold on, let me call her..." He was not married, divorced for over a year now, he offered too much information.
"Here it is, right where it was supposed to be!" She was warm, serious, and young looking. Probably her first job. And proud. The type that felt she was starting a medical career, not just dispensing pills and filling jars.
"Can I ring it up here or are you doing more shopping?" the clerk asked.
"Oh, if you can take my donuts...eh...no... no more shopping. That's it...gotta get to the office." Reflecting on a particular thought he brightly continued, "I'm a CEO, have to set the standard".
"Do you have insurance? This is expensive. Wow!"
"I didn't bring my card. I guess we'll..."
"Oh, I can look it up. Just give me a moment..."
"No, we'll just send it in to the insurance. I'm really running late" The pressure to leave ...sweat quickly appeared on his forehead but his face did not betray his impatience. He needed to get out of there.
"So, cash?" she said "It's $72.80, you sure I can't look it up...the insurance?
"No, that's fine." He handed her four twenties then placed his hand on the counter, waiting, pressing his palm into the cool surface. He could feel his hand shaking. "Could she tell?" he thought. "Come on. Jeez, I have to go already." And he did, to work, to the people, to safety, to another day and until tomorrow another store, another counter.
"Do you have a store card?" she asked.
"No. That's all right. I've just got to get going." He sounded more patient than he felt; he hoped.
She handed him the change. "Sorry, I only have singles"
"No problem. I'll spend it either way."