Novel & Cerita Agent Two Helluva Boss

And when she had ascertained The Boss understood there had been nothing to that evening, she began her breakfast with the first sip of her orange juice. *** Gina told The Boss about her casual encounter with Abram Vargas, the CEO of Trelleco—the Telco company serving the entire West Coast—just a while ago, and the breakfast meeting that was set for tomorrow. "Any preceding event leading to this?" he asked. She said no. Amazing, the Boss thought—but he made sure Gina didn't notice his appreciation of her.

Aaron asked. "Don't be an asshole, Aaron. Strangers call me everytime." I said, "okay, my bad, Boss" Aaron said, repeating the question. "Well, I don't quite know how exactly to answer that and be correct. I did get a call from unknown numbers. "But I was on the call with one of them when your own call came in. I thought that was out of line and strange." I said. "I think someone is on his way to ambush you. And he's not the only one. He is coming in the company of his men and I tell you for a fact, they are not so nice." Aaron said.

I froze, it was as if a shock wave was beneath my skin, threatening to split it way out. “The boss?” I whispered under my breath, almost wanting not to believe. “Yes, of course. The boss wants a word with you. And you have to follow me. Now,” Derick repeated, and something shifted inside me—an uneasy twist in my gut. It's was indeed not just a word from Derick mouth but an actual instruction passed from the boss itself to me, which I hadn't seen in my entire life. The boss's identity was a mystery, I hadn't seen his face nor knew his real name. All I knew was that he owned the strip club… and that he was dangerous. Ruthless. Inhuman.

I stayed quiet, my fingers tapping nervously on my bag. When the car finally slowed and stopped in front of my apartment building, relief washed over me for half a second. I reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said, frowning. “I never gave you the exact building number. How did you know to stop right here?” The driver turned around slowly in his seat. His thin lips stretched into a smirk that made my stomach tighten. His scarred face looked even more menacing under the dim streetlight coming through the window. “The boss says you need to make Ryder reveal his true form,” he said, his voice low and rough. “And that pretty little thing around your neck belongs to him.”

~2 months later~ The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live.

On the sixtieth floor, the gazes of the Angel of Fire and the Lord of Chaos crossed; for an instant, the line separating obsession from hatred seemed to vanish. The office had transformed into a silent battlefield. Uriel, inhabiting Carter's body, felt a pang of human nausea. It wasn't fear, but the collision between his celestial instincts and the persistent echoes of the assistant’s cellular memory. "Let go of me, parasite!" Uriel demanded, though his fingers did not immediately respond. Astaroth, leaning against the desk, closed his eyes for a brief moment. An amber flash lit his gaze and, suddenly, a cruel smile spread across his face. That smile transformed Dorian’s expression. The demo

But look how far I got. I am a werewolf, the Luna of a Pack. And most importantly, my boss is a werewolf! THE END

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

Agent Tom’s POV All the leads I have followed these two days were all futile. It was as though that Tanner guy vanished into thin air. He sure has a calculative boss who is able to cover his tracks. The person I actually need to find out is the boss. Finally Lynn got me the chip for examination. I quickly used my system and the special software to decipher some of the encryption but they are just too many. Moreover, this chip is not a regular agent chip. It is for our highest level of security. I shivered as realization dawns me.

Talk less of calling his name. "Well hello brother!" Boss replied in the same sceptical sly smile. Wait a minute, Did he just call Henry brother? But he just called Henry brother... Could it be they are... Could it be they are siblings? What on earth is going on that I know nothing about? Tbc