Why Does The Score Takes Care Of Itself Focus On Leadership Philosophy?

I am born lucky. One can say I'm a money magnet. I'd even win a car when buying a can of soda. The company relies on the numbers I pick to win bids. We go from the brink of bankruptcy to the third-largest company in the city. Then, during a business trip, I casually buy a lottery ticket and win 3,000 dollars. The newly hired finance manager, Owen Pearson, immediately demands that I turn over the entire prize. When I explain that I bought the ticket with my own money, he flies into a rage. "Any profit generated during working hours belongs to the company! Who do you think you are? How dare you refuse to follow company policy? If you win three million dollars after work, that's your business. But if you win three dollars during work hours, that's company property!" I can't be bothered to argue with him, so I call the CEO's fiancée, Macy Sanford. To my surprise, she agrees with him. "He has a point. If the company hadn't paid for your business trip, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to win the lottery in the first place." Owen is even more smug as he orders, "Just hand over the money. The 3,000 dollars will be deducted from your paycheck, and we'll deduct another 30 thousand dollars as a penalty for embezzling company funds. That should teach you a lesson." I tighten my grip on the lottery ticket and say nothing more. One week later, the company participates in the biggest bidding project of the year. Everyone turns to look at me, expecting me to provide the winning numbers. I simply smile and say, "Sorry. I've already resigned. I have no obligation to fill out the bid proposal anymore."

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

Quinn is everything I’ve ever wanted and never deserved. She’s the best friend, the best person, I’ve known in my entire life. Problem is, there’s always someone between us: Nate, our other friend. I know Quinn's heart is mine, but she cares for him, too. Oh, and then there’s my other love-football. With all of these obstacles, sometimes it feels like Quinn and I will never find our happy ending. But I’m not giving up on us. Contains sexual scenes and explicit content; recommended for those 18 and over.KEEPING SCORE is created by TAWDRA KANDLE, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Vincent Okoye has spent a decade building a spotless reputation at London’s top tech advertising firm. Sharp, composed, and fiercely loyal, he’s finally on the brink of promotion, until everything unravels. The night he lets go of his carefully guarded control, he ends up in bed with a charming stranger. By morning, that stranger is no longer a mystery, he’s Ethan Levitt, Vincent’s new boss, old university flame, and the son of the company’s enigmatic CEO. Ethan offers him everything he’s ever wanted: recognition, influence… and maybe something dangerously close to love. But there’s a condition, complete obedience, in and out of the boardroom. Caught between the seductive pull of his past and the steady loyalty of Pascal, the man who’s stood by him for years, Vincent is forced to choose. But in a world of ambition, secrets, and shifting power, love may come with the highest price of all. Desire. Loyalty. Power. In this game, someone’s bound to lose. And Vincent can’t afford for it to be him

Leia Welsh, the ex-ice hockey pro turned college student overnight, is faced with a life-altering decision after a career-ending injury, or so everyone thinks. Offered the chance to coach the men's hockey team, Leia must prove herself to a bunch of rowdy childish men who probably only listen to Taylor Swift. Especially Kohl Warren, the junior player with a major sexual issues with her. Amidst the chaos of college hormones and hockey sticks flying everywhere, Leia and Kohl form an unlikely bond. Can they put aside their differences and win the big game? Or will their egos clash and ruin it all?

Terry Wilde is the ruthless, hot-headed captain of the Boston Blizzard. After a violent locker-room brawl threatens his multi-million dollar contract, the front office delivers an ultimatum: find a stable girlfriend to clean up his image, or spend the playoffs benched. Eve Brooks is the team's brilliant new Head of Analytics. She is sharp, data-driven, and completely immune to Terry’s infamous charm—partly because she thinks he’s a reckless jock, but mostly because she’s a lesbian. When Eve’s ultra-conservative family threatens to cut off her career funding unless she presents a "respectable" male suitor, Terry’s PR team pitches the ultimate trade. The Deal: Fake-date for the season. Terry gets a wholesome image makeover, and Eve keeps her dream job. To fool the aggressive paparazzi, Eve moves into Terry’s luxury penthouse. Living together is supposed to be safe. With zero sexual tension on her end, they form an unlikely alliance—she fixes his game strategy, and he acts as her secret wingman at elite sports galas. But as the high-stakes NHL playoffs loom, the lines between fake and real begin to blur. Through late-night hockey tape sessions and fierce on-ice protection, Terry finds himself falling for the one woman he can't have, while Eve faces an unexpected emotional awakening with the one man who truly makes her feel safe.