#business tycoon

[evilhorse]

If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s taking off this super suit and pretending to be a business tycoon.

(Marvel Two-in-One #34)

[shravangupta100]

The Growth Projection For The Indian Real Estate In 2025: Shravan Gupta Explains

2024 proved to be the incredible year for the real estate making Indian real estate reach its pinnacle. A similar trend has been predicted for 2025, propelling real estate forward. The Indian real estate market is growing upwards towards new growth trajectory. Experts like Shravan Gupta, MGF Group think this will make buying a property more affordable. The biggest change is the way financial transactions are done and its impact on the sector.

[shravanguptaceo]

The Growth Projection For The Indian Real Estate In 2025: Shravan Gupta Explains

2024 proved to be the incredible year for the real estate making Indian real estate reach its pinnacle. A similar trend has been predicted for 2025, propelling real estate forward. The Indian real estate market is growing upwards towards new growth trajectory. Experts like Shravan Gupta, MGF Group think this will make buying a property more affordable. The biggest change is the way financial transactions are done and its impact on the sector.

[bhoojal-survey]

The Growth Projection For The Indian Real Estate In 2025: Shravan Gupta Explains

2024 proved to be the incredible year for the real estate making Indian real estate reach its pinnacle. A similar trend has been predicted for 2025, propelling real estate forward. The Indian real estate market is growing upwards towards new growth trajectory. Experts like Shravan Gupta, MGF Group think this will make buying a property more affordable. The biggest change is the way financial transactions are done and its impact on the sector.

[chanderaggarwal]

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[umarfarooqzahoor]

Unveiling the Success Story of Umar Farooq Zahoor- Norway's Finest Business Tycoon

Introduction: Prepare to be inspired as we delve into the riveting success story of Umar Farooq Zahoor, hailed as Norway’s finest business tycoon. Discover the captivating journey of a visionary entrepreneur whose relentless pursuit of excellence has reshaped industries and redefined success on a global scale.

Early Beginnings: Born into a warm Pakistani family in Norway, Umar Farooq Zahoor’s journey began amidst the tranquil landscapes of Scandinavia. From a young age, he displayed an innate entrepreneurial spirit and an unwavering determination to chart his own path in the world of business.

The Rise to Prominence: Against all odds, Umar Farooq Zahoor blazed a trail of success, propelling himself to the forefront of Norway’s business landscape. Through strategic investments and bold entrepreneurial ventures, he established himself as a formidable force to be reckoned with, earning accolades and admiration along the way.

Innovation and Adaptability: Central to Umar Farooq Zahoor’s success is his commitment to innovation and adaptability. In an ever-evolving business landscape, he has demonstrated a remarkable ability to anticipate trends, identify opportunities, and pioneer groundbreaking solutions that have set new standards of excellence.

Philanthropy and Social Impact: Beyond his business ventures, Umar Farooq Zahoor is renowned for his philanthropic endeavors, channeling his success towards creating positive social change. His dedication to giving back to the community has touched countless lives and earned him the respect and admiration of peers and competitors alike.

Global Recognition: Today, Umar Farooq Zahoor’s influence extends far beyond the borders of Norway, earning him recognition as a global business luminary. His entrepreneurial acumen, coupled with his unwavering commitment to excellence, has positioned him as a driving force in the international business arena.

[comatosebunny09]

— cw: making out, steaminess, jealousy, tooth-decaying romance, terms of endearment

He takes you with him to a gala to celebrate the opening of a new museum. 

It’s a little overwhelming, showing up on his arm like this. Everyone’s attention has been on you since you stepped inside the venue. There’s no clear-cut title to your relationship. But he doesn’t correct the other guests when they address you as his lady.

You’re not used to the attention. The whispers of how refreshing it is to see him with someone after years of bachelorhood. They talk about who you could be. A model, an actress, a singer. Talk about how you could’ve come to be his girl. The handsome, seemingly cold, and stoic business mogul smiling boyishly with you on his arm. No one’s ever seen him glow like this. You should be so lucky.

It’s flattering, their gossip, but it’s getting to you along with the champagne bubbling in your stomach. You slip out of the banquet hall for some fresh air. Truthfully, you plan to escape to your room upstairs to take off your dress and recharge. You don’t belong amongst these people, and it shows. You stick out like a sore thumb. 

You saw him chatting up a beautiful, statuesque woman on your way out. She kept touching his arm, smiling all pretty, giggling bewitchingly. He wasn’t doing much to stave off her physical display of affection. Must’ve been an old fling. How could you possibly compete with that?

You step into the elevator, heaving a sigh. Suddenly, a large hand slips between the doors, halting them from closing. He eases in beside you, a furrow between his brows as he watches you in your periphery.

“Were you not enjoying yourself?” he asks, breaking up the tense silence that befalls you as the elevator lazily drags itself between the floors. 

You fiddle with your necklace, a nervous chuckle in your throat. “No, no, I was. I just…”

He suddenly spills over you. Blots out the bright lights overhead, filling your vision with only him. He perches his palms on either side of your waist on the rail behind you. Exudes a dizzying warmth and heady scent that makes you feel more inebriated than the bubbly you consumed.

For a moment, you forget how to breathe. You swallow against the dryness in your throat, squished up against the elevator wall. He quirks a brow, wordlessly encouraging you to continue. Studies your face with scarlet eyes smoldering like burning coals, fully aware of his effect on you.

“I—”

“You?”

You stiffen when his fingertips graze your cheek. He sweeps some hair behind your ear, watching your mouth quiver as you struggle to form words. Your gaze falls to his lips. You’ve kissed before. Though there’s no definitive title to your relationship, it stretches beyond that of interviewer and interviewee. Ambitious journalist and prodigious business mogul. Beyond mere acquaintances or friends. 

He’s made it glaringly obvious that he likes you. He’s showered you with gifts and his time. Whispered the sweetest words to you, held you close. It would be nothing to kiss him now. To lay claim to him, spiting the pretty woman who’d been throwing herself at him earlier.

You’re not usually one to initiate. But you call up some courage, fingers wrapping around the lapels of his tuxedo jacket. He blinks at you, a little perturbed, lips slightly parted. You pull him to your height to kiss him, trapping a sound of protest in his throat. 

He melts against you, the kiss evolving into something more heated as he anchors you to the wall with his body. His hands find yours, trapping them overhead, fingers tightly wound together. 

He ravages your mouth. Leaves no part of it untouched by his tongue, drawling pretty mewls from you. He groans in response, addicted to the way you taste. To how you feel, so small and pliant against him. How you sound, sighing all content and gasping for air each time your mouths part.

The elevator dings, signaling it’s reached its destination. You’d forgotten you were onboard, lost in the feel of Sylus’ mouth moving against yours. He breaks away reluctantly, desire burning beneath his irises. He studies you for a beat before pulling you out of the elevator. You toddle behind him like a fawn, your heels too tall, legs feeling like jelly.

You vibrate with anticipation as he drags you to your room door. Pushes you up against it, swooping in for another taste of your lips, hand at the crook of your knee, bringing your thigh up to his hip. He swipes your keycard whilst your hands frame his face, and you’re kissing a little more desperately now. Stumbling back, shoved up against the door’s other side once inside your room. 

His hands roam up and down your sides. He notches himself up against you, knee nestled between your thighs. You moan as he pulls away from your mouth, blistering your neck with kisses leading to your collarbones. Instinctively, your fingers find his hair, mussing up his pretty, white coiffure.

His phone rings in his pocket, the sound jarring amid your labored breaths and the rustling of fabric. He tries to ignore it, busy nipping at the junction of your shoulder, palms roving over the plush of your thighs, your hips. Whoever’s calling must have a vendetta against you because they don’t let up. 

With an irritated sigh, he draws away from you. Still strokes over your skin, his cell held between his ear and shoulder as he grates a harsh “What” into the mic.

You stifle a chuckle. He looks so cute like this, lips kiss-swollen and smudged from your lipstick. Cheeks flushed, mottled red. His hair is slightly askew, the collar of his dress shirt wrinkled, and his bowtie loosened. He watches you with a crease to his eyes, cupping your cheek while his thumb teases your bottom lip.

You chase the feel of it, locking eyes as you nip at his fingerpad. His gaze darkens. He wants to kiss you again, but whatever’s taking place on his phone seems to be holding him back.

“On my way,” he sighs, shoving his phone back into his pocket. He inches in for a kiss, this one chaste and guiltless. Fingers smoothing back your hair, he breathes into the space between your mouths, “Forgot I had a speech to give.”

You pout, knowing where this is going, tugging on his jacket like a clingy toddler. “You leaving me?”

He chuckles, the faintest smile canting his lips beneath the low light of the hotel room’s entryway. “Only for a little while. I’ll come back for you, sweetheart.” He presses himself fully between your thighs, the seam of his trousers delightfully grazing your inner thigh. “Promise.”

You brush your noses together, lids lowered. “Okay,” you drunkenly nod, ghosting your lips over his.

“Wait for me?” It’s more of a request than a question, but you agree. You’ll always wait for him.

After kissing you one final time, he peels himself away, straightening his tie and smoothing out the wrinkles in his tux. You watch him from the slit of your door with a smile before closing it, propping yourself up against it, and sliding down.

With a dreamy sigh in your lungs, you’re a giddy mess as you fling yourself onto your bouncy mattress, kicking and squealing into the pillows like an enamored teen. 

[sonicreferencephotos]

Business Tycoon Rouge; The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

[lupoteodoro]

Let's take one second to appreciate Mr. Damian Lewis at 2001 BoB premiere of Hollywood

[katatty]

"So, I've been wondering if I should start looking for a new job."

"Television and woohoo finally getting boring?"

"Kind of, honestly! And with you being the better cook and a more consistant cleaner, it's not like I've got much to contribute as a housewife."

"Who says we need to contribute equally? Maybe I like having a trophy wife."

"Haha. My therapist has been saying I need a hobby or a project. Something to improve my self-esteem or whatever."

"Well, what would you want to do?"

"I dunno! Something that got me off my ass but was also, like, fun? Honestly, I miss being a party DJ! It was a cool gig."

"Maybe Titania and Oberon could pull some strings to get you back on the circuit?"

"Maybe. The higher ups were total jerks, though. And the commute Downtown kinda sucked, too... It's a shame we don't really have any local venues."

"Well... what if we opened one?"

"Neens, we don't have that kinda money."

"But we have connections, right? The Montys, the Summerdreams..."

"There's no way the Montys would fund my stripclub dream."

"Okay, maybe not a stripclub. But, like, a classy wine bar? With live music? Maybe you could even get away with hosting burlesque shows."

"Bleh, I'd have to kiss up to that old hag to get the funding, though..."

[fallershipping]

I keep looking at my own fanfic "The Rip Current" and I love it, but I think about the part about how Anabel was written as "the psychic-type one" in a cheap advertisement Scott paid for.

And I think I would write that differently...

The "Psychic/Channeler" NPC Trainer Class in Hoenn look like this:

The idea I had was that the magazine was too lazy to interview Anabel herself, but I have now an even funnier thought if they accidentally got the wrong girl at the Battle Frontier BECAUSE Anabel was too hard to reach. She's known as 'Mysterious' in the Battle Frontier-- Imagine that Anabel just doesn't appear all too often that barely anyone knows what she looks like outside of promotional material.

Like maybe she's out having a joy ride on Raikou or literally her head in the clouds on Latios.

So because the poor, underpaid journalist was getting NO real answer as to who the Salon Maiden was, they found a Psychic Trainer with a similar name and mistook her for Anabel (She had an Alakazam. Sure the Espeon and Metagross are... not her Pokemon but... Close enough?)

So Anabel's dismay over being incorrectly bio'd on a magazine was literally all her fault. AND IT'S EVEN FUNNIER IF SHE JUST BLAMES THE MAGAZINE PUBLISHER AND NOT HERSELF. "OH THEY'RE TOO LAZY TO INTERVIEW ME" THEY TRIED

[grumpygammon]

[louthestarspeaker]

On season 5 of my jwcc rewatch and I'm at the part where Daniel's trying to get the password from the kids and I'm just like. Daniel. My man. Do you not have a forgot password feature on your super important business computer?? Did you not link your account to an email or phone number?? No dual-factor authentication or password recovery feature?? Like if Brooklynn didn't get into your system someone else would have you don't even have the most basic form of cyber security 😭😭

[izzydaninja]

The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog

Ah, a business tycoon- sneaking around the train? This is interesting. Wonder what she's looking for?

< Pre - Sheriff Knuckles | Next - Titan of Industry Blaze >

[Welp! She wasn't as hard to draw as I thought she was going to be, which is weird, considering I drew her only one other time, and it was a rough doodle that turned out like garbage... So, somehow, I improved big time, without even practicing? ... I GOT LUCKY ON THAT!]

*No Stealing!* Thank you!

[chanderaggarwal]

Trusted Real Estate Consultant in Jalandhar - Chander Aggarwal

Chander Aggarwal is a leading Real Estate Consultant in Jalandhar and a successful entrepreneur with over 20 years of experience in business. He is the founder of well-known companies like Findoc Investmart Private Limited, Findoc Commodities Private Limited, Mexmon Financial Private Limited, Mexmon Capital Management LLP,, Mexmon Merchant Private Limited, and many more. With his deep knowledge of real estate and finance, Chander Aggarwal has built a strong reputation for helping clients make smart investment choices. For guidance contact us today at 8893455555 or mail us at me@chandershekhar.net or chandershekharaggarwal24@gmail.com.

[ge]

🐌: boss makes a dollar i make a dime so i talk about tangchung during company time — modern au tangchung except that this time tang bo is the nepo baby in a big pharmaceutical company and while he hates working he's there because nobody else is as competent as he is. chung myung is the loud and weird middle aged man living alone in the countryside that all the other adults and teens try to avoid — but the kids seem to love him for some reason... whenever it's time for dinner cm makes the few hours-long journey to tb's company with fresh catches he got from the river that morning to grill and have over some rice and maybe 12 bottles of wine which gets them so wasted tb's pr team has a lot of trouble doing damage control.....

OH MY GOD ITS LIKE A HALLMARK MOVIE.. so cute now im imagining busy overworked businessman tang bo about to catch a big break and finding himself in the countryside for some reason and meeting chung myung who teaches him that theres more to life than working day in and day out in a cubicle..