MAKE ME MOAN, BOSS のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

I step out of the taxi looking like a doll in my white knee-length dress that fits me well. Note that it just fits me. It is nothing like those skin-kissing dresses I see being worn out there that stick to the body like they will stay there forever. Sigh! I topped it with a pink blazer and a pair of two-inch pink stilettos. I look so fresh and new in my new look. All I am hoping for now is that these damn heels will be nice to me and not wear me out. It is my first time wearing these high shoes. I hope I can manage.I am pretty late because the hotel is empty when I walk in. The workers are just doing the final touches on tidying the place before the customers start pouring in.“Hey, make sure to do a thorough job, okay? Everything should be speckless, okay?” I speak to them.“Yes, ma’am!” They chorus.Maam? I expected Irma. Or, I know. I am not on the same level with them now. I am their head, and that comes with its own kind of honor. But I think I am too young for that, ma’am. And

“I will have you know that I do not appreciate you following me around! Stop irritating me!” I spit in his face as I racked under him across the table.He does not respond. He just stares as if he is cognizant of how much his mere existence irritates me. He is a total annoying jerk!“You seem to be looking for something. Mind if I help you with the search?” He asks, his eyes not leaving me.Is this moron for real? He still has the guts to tickle my core after everything? To speak to me?“And who told you that I need help, Mr. Know it all? And even if I do, you are useless to me in all aspects, Rayson Drew Mazur! Stop being a snoopy, annoying jerk and leave me the fuck alone!” I fired him, but that is still not enough to even scratch his crown of ice.“Why are you so rude? I…”“Rude? You think I am being rude to you, Mr. Mazur Jr.? I am being so nice, on the contrary. And if you do not want me to bleed my wrath on you, get the hell out of my office. You have no business being here, and

Sometimes, it is not always about what we are against. It is not always about cowering in the shadows of ‘this is bigger than me’ or ‘ I cannot handle this’. It is not always about what you will lose. It is all about getting to the point of taking the mantle and wearing the armor and being ready to confront your fears and everything that is a threat to your peace and happiness. It is all about what we are fighting for and how much we are willing to do for what we are fighting for. It is all about allowing the willpower to come out of your shell and drive you. The willingness to risk your all to fight for and protect what you hold dearestAnd this damsel has just had it with running and hiding. I want a peaceful life for my daughter. I do not want to raise her in fear and run from one place to another. I ran from the Mazurs for her safety. I refused to fight my stepfamily back then, also for her own safety. But that is enough. This is where I draw the line. This is the turning point wh

“Excuse me?” I squeal, banking all my notoriety on him to hearken to his dumbfounding ridiculousness again. Julie is still gawking at him with dismay, her mouth still hanging open.“I want you back to work!” He elucidates, and I discharge out a breath that I did not know I was holding, while Julie’s face drops and she closes her mouth.At least, it was that. He should have gone straight to the point instead of giving a half-nonsensical string of words. But if he was aiming to anger me, he succeeded because I was arranging a series of profanities to howl at him.“Why? You and your family are a bunch of cunning beings. What kind of games are you playing with me again? What do you stand to gain from me working for you? What other evil plans are you all cooking this time around?” I ask, and he heaves a deep sigh, as if he had muttered a white lie. As if I am being a drama queen. As if I am accusing the saints.I commend the school where he went for his master's in acting, because looking

Hello, weekend?I put the papers down and start thinking of what to do with my daughter tomorrow. Yes, it is Friday evening. The weekend has gone by so fast, right? I know, and the good part is, I am doing exemplary awe-inspiring in my new post.The employees have been nothing but nice and friendly to me, making my work so easy. I have not howled at anyone for their incompetence these four days that I have been their kinda boss because everyone knows where to be and do at the exact time. The work is smoother, seemingly more than before. I do not know what the ‘new boss’ said to them that day he reported because no one is slowing in their words. Knowing him, I presume he oozed all his iciness on them, making his orders crystal clear. I haven't asked anyone what he told them. I don’t want to seem so nosy, and I also do not want to arouse any questions like that incident before everyone and how I stormed out of the hotel that day looking like a confused lost zombie.Bitter sigh!I really