The Obsessive Ceo

Ava sat across from Reginald, the CEO of Reginald Industries, in a luxurious conference room filled with dark wood and leather-bound chairs. The air was thick with the scent of money and power. The sound of pens scratching on paper and the soft hum of the air conditioning were the only noises that broke the silence.

Reginald was a tall, imposing figure with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into Ava's soul. His sharp suit and perfectly coiffed hair made him look like a million bucks, and Ava knew that he was used to getting what he wanted, no matter the cost.

Ava, on the other hand, was a vision of elegance and sophistication. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her piercing green eyes sparkled like emeralds in the light. Her fitted white dress accentuated her curves, and her stilettos clicked on the polished floor as she walked. She exuded confidence and power, and Reginald couldn't help but be drawn to her.

As they sat down, Ava could sense Reginald's obsession with her, like a palpable force in the air. He was drawn to her power, her beauty, and her ruthless ambition. But Ava was not one to be intimidated. She was a master of the game, and she would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

Reginald smiled at Ava, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ava, it's so nice to finally meet you," he said, his voice dripping with charm. "I've heard great things about your fashion company. You're a true visionary."

Ava smiled back, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thank you, Reginald," she said. "I've heard great things about your company as well. You're a true powerhouse in the business world."

Reginald leaned forward, his eyes fixed intently on Ava. "I have to say, I'm impressed by your success," he said. "You're a true trailblazer in the fashion industry. I'd love to learn more about your business strategy."

Ava laughed, a cold, calculating sound. "I'd be happy to share my secrets with you, Reginald," she said. "But first, let's discuss the deal."

The two of them began to discuss the terms of the deal, their voices haggling back and forth like wolves fighting over a carcass. Ava was determined to get the best deal possible, and Reginald was determined to drive a hard bargain.

"I'm not willing to give you 50% equity," Reginald said, his voice firm. "That's too high."

Ava raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, come now, Reginald," she said. "You know as well as I do that my fashion company is worth every penny of that 50%. And if you're not willing to give it to me, then maybe we shouldn't be doing business together."

Reginald's face darkened with anger, but Ava could see the wheels turning in his head. He was thinking about how he could get the best deal possible, how he could screw Ava over and come out on top.

But Ava was one step ahead of him. She had anticipated his move, and she was ready to counter it.

"Fine," Reginald said finally, his voice grudging. "I'll give you 45% equity. But that's as high as I'm willing to go."

Ava smiled, a cold, calculating smile. "I'll take it," she said.

As they shook hands and signed the contract, Ava knew that she had won. She had outsmarted Reginald, and she had come out on top.

But what Reginald didn't know was that Ava had secretly added a clause to the contract, a clause that would give her the option to buy out his company in five years' time.