Boss And Assistant Novels & Stories

Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

he asked looking at me with hopeful expressions. “I am her assistant Justin and she is my boss, CEO of the company I work in. I cannot give her anything, she deserves much better.” I said voicing my thoughts. “So, you are just going to ignore your feelings and act like you are friends?” he asked and when I didn’t answer, I heard him sigh. “It’s also good so that my focus is on Ella’s safety,” I said knowing the fact that our parents threatened us a few weeks ago to take her.

"Really? Katlyn did that when she was little?” I rounded the corner, and the world seemed to tilt. Sitting at our small dining table, looking perfectly handsome and deceptively innocent in a fresh navy suit, was my boss. He looked up, his grey eyes gleaming with a dark, intense focus that pinned me to the spot. "Oh, hi, Assistant." I stood frozen, my hand gripping the doorframe as I stared at him in utter shock. My grandma noticed me first. "Katlyn! Don't just stand there being disrespectful," Nana scolded, though her eyes were bright with excitement. "How clumsy could you be to leave your bag at the office? Your very generous boss brought it back to you personally.”

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

“Good night. I just told Dalia you have the money with you, so she'll be expecting it in the morning. Don't forget, okay?" "Whatever.” He grumbled. "I told her how much too.” I added. "Don't worry, I was kidding earlier. I'll give it to her. I'll also buy you lunch tomorrow after I get paid, okay? I love the one you gave me this afternoon, so I'll treat you tomorrow. “ I grinned. "You better do.” “What exactly is your role in your office, anyway?" He asked. “Just a mere assistant. Similar to secretary’s duties." I rambled. Not me telling him I was the CEO's personal assistant.

Sutan, looking at Zefki, was amazed. "What are you looking at!" Zefki snapped at his assistant. Assistant Sutan remained silent, knowing it was futile to argue with his emotional boss. Suddenly, Assistant Sutan's phone rang again with another message from Raceh. Zefki immediately opened the message. Raceh: "Assistant Sutan, I request an answer. Right now, I'm perplexed. What debt do I owe to the boss?" Zefki became angrier at Raceh for changing his name to 'Boss.' He replied through Assistant Sutan:

I approached the receptionist, smiling with practiced confidence. “Hi. Nora Keane. I’m starting today as the new executive assistant.” The woman gave me a polite smile and tapped a few keys on her computer. “Yes, you’re expected. One moment, please.” Not long after, a tall man in a gray suit approached. Sharp features, salt-and-pepper hair, and an air of authority that told me this had to be someone high up. “Miss Voss? Welcome. I am Elias, General Manager.” He offered a firm handshake. “We’re excited to have you on board. Let me show you to your office.”

he mutters, “is Kim Eun-bi. And she didn’t deserve to die.” I blink. “Sir… she’s fictional.” He exhales sharply, like I just insulted his family. “Clearly, you’ve never loved something truly meaningful.” I almost choke on my espresso. “You mean… N*****x?” That’s how it starts. The bribery. The threats. The unholy partnership between Seoul’s coldest CEO and the assistant who caught him mid-drama meltdown. By the next morning, he’s back to his usual robotic self — crisp suit, deadly tone, zero soul.