Romans & histoires 1st Year Max Level Manager

Max said and left the room quickly "You will pay for this. You wasted one week on this file" Christian said looking at the person. Soon Max entered the cabin with the manager. "Sir" "Did you appoint him?" Christian asked the manager "Yes sir," The manager said "Base on which ability you haired the fool who did not even know how to prepare a project file?" Christian asked him "Sir, I have asked your father before appointing him," The manager said "Who is the CEO of the company?" Christian asked him

At the moment I am giving my hundred percent to my work. Today is the sixth day in a row that I've stayed late at the office and that's not only because I'm avoiding Maximus but because of the arrival of the new Manager a week ago. He is a very ambitious person and also a perfectionist. He wants to close all the backlogs as soon as possible so that he can establish his new way of governing. He is about 30 years old, tall, handsome with a well- built body (like all werewolves), blond hair and beautiful forest green eyes.

"Stand straight when I’m talking to you. I'm your boss, not your girlfriend." From the look on his face, I knew he didn’t expect that tone from me. His brows lifted, lips parted slightly in surprise. But still, he stood. Straight. Tall. Obedient. Good. "But—" I didn’t let him finish. I sliced through his words with my voice. "Take an excuse before speaking, Mr. Max." He paused, blinked. "Okay… ma’am." I gave a sharp nod. "Rule two—every job you're assigned, you treat it like it's your last chance to impress. Mess it up, and you're dealing with me, not the HR department."

she hissed. “Ma’am, it’s lovely to hear from you,” Max replied, cheerful as ever. “Although, I’m not entirely sure what I did to earn that label.” “You’re supposed to be my P.A., Max. Mine. Not Mr. Bamford’s snitch!” “Oh dear,” Max said, faking innocence, “I wasn’t aware CEOs counted as snitches when they’re just... being proactive about employee welfare.” “Don’t get cute with me, Max. Obviously, you’ve heard about the ridiculous two-week vacation?”

She advised. Maxwell Growled softly with his eyes dimmed. He hated to be told what to do. “Miss Megan, I appreciate your concern for my company but I would prefer that you only give advice when I ask for it, and obey instructions when I give them.” He said strictly. Megan swallowed hard and nodded. “I am sorry, Boss. It won't happen again.” She muttered under her breath. “Good, now go and do as I say. Tell Miss Ann that the company’s latest trouble is her problem now, she has less than forty-eight hours to find a solution for me, and do well to remind her that I do not tolerate failures.”

At most, she had expected something like project manager. After all, she had worked at Gibson Corporation for three years before she finally became a project manager. She had never imagined that Mendel would give her a VP title the moment she joined. Daniel noticed where she was looking and mistakenly thought she was unhappy with the position. Before Nina could speak, he explained, “Mendel has always valued talent, but we still have limits within our promotion system. According to company policy, VP is the highest title we can give a new hire. But please don’t worry. Although your current title is VP, you will have full authority over this new project. You’re the overall project lead. After

"And I want to thank you—" I held up my hand again. "You do not talk when I am talking. Do you understand that rule? That is the first rule." Damon closed his mouth as he nodded frustratingly. "Good," I said. "You are not a partner here, you are not a manager but a junior employee. You will do the work you are given and you will not complain. You will not give your opinion unless someone asks for it." "A junior employee?" he said sounding insuulted. "Alyssa you know my skills I built a company and I can be an asset to you. I can help you."

“I'll be introducing to you all, the new marketing manager. You all know her, and now, she'll be working with you as your boss. You're to accord her the same respect that you would accord me with, got it?” “Yes sir!!” They chorused, except for one person. He stood, face stern. He was the manager up until recently. “She? The new manager? Is this a joke?” “And do I look like I'm joking to you?” “I have worked here for over twenty years, and you want me to take orders from someone who doesn't have an idea of how things are run here. That's impossible.” Dane stepped forward, chuckling. “Really? You're fired then!! Go find another place where you won't have to take orders.”

When we reached the first floor, he paused, his voice carrying authority that brooked no argument. “Each floor here has its own hierarchy,” he explained. “Since you’re a new recruit, you’ll remain on the first floor.” His eyes flicked toward me, hard and cutting. “But remember this—anyone can be promoted, or demoted, depending on the level of shit they pull. Don’t do more than you should.” His gaze lingered like a blade at my throat before he finally walked away. I stared down at the card. My hands shook slightly—pain, exhaustion, anger, all blurring together—before I followed the numbers to the door that matched. The lock clicked open when I swiped it.

James and Lori looks at each other and then said: “Lori said the same thing. That she would want to see our people happy. That we are living in an era where serving is old fashion ” "I agree with that," Lisa said, "But this packhouse is huge and the help is mandatory." “Then let’s make new rules” Meredith said and looked at Max who just smiled at her. He is a CEO and he is a powerful alpha but she understands her. He is not comfortable either with all those omegas running into his personal space to clean the area. "I agree," he said "but with some limits." and looking at auntie Jen he smiled, because now she is a part of his family and she will correct him if he says something wrong.