Boss Hates Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

Aisha sobbed. "Dami?"the man finally moved his head. "Yes Dami" "There's no Dami here please go" the man said then continued to watch his movie on the wall. Aisha turned to leave, convincing this man to see Dami will be hard,she thought. If Dami was a drug dealer,the thought of it made her eyes teary, then he would have a drug Lord name or something. What if...?. She turned. "I'm here to see Boss,he told me to tell you that" she said with a little confidence in her voice.

she inquired. I sighed and let out, "My boss hates me." "Doesn't everyone's boss hate them?" I laughed and said, "Maybe." My voice saddened as I added, "But his hatred just feels more personal. I wonder why. I don't think I ever did anything to step on his toes." "You were probably his ex-wife in the previous life," she joked. "Yeah, right. As if that's possible." I shook my head at her ridiculous suggestion. "You should watch more supernatural shows to know what can or can't be possible."

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

Lei looked at me surprised **** "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?" Vance shouted when they saw my boss's face buried in my chest. "Could you please help me first?" I responded coldly, then I asked for help to remove my boss's arms from my waist. "Ohhh . . .!" my boss yelled that he really looked like he was on drugs while still sinking into my chest. wtf "oh my god!" Vance moaned as he continued to pull me. "That's terrible, sis! This is the one who kissed you at sis Aiyie's wedding, isn't it?"

Their comments rolled in, cheering me on: "Chris, stay strong—getting cheated on once doesn't mean it's a life sentence!" "Keep at it! The next one will be better." "This is the way! Ditch the slut and focus on making money!" In a recent acquisition meeting, my new boss swooped in and bought out Tommy's company for pennies on the dollar. I later heard that Tommy had since declared bankruptcy and was drowning in debt with no way out.

At least, not yet. Upon seeing me, he attempted a smile. That alone nearly warranted a bullet in his forehead. “Boss,” he said, nodding as if this were an ordinary evening. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.” I advanced slowly. Every action, intentional. “I’m sure you didn’t.” He had the nerve to shrug. “Is everything alright?” “Let me ask you something.” I crouched down in front of him. “Did you believe you could outsmart me? Or were you aware that you were facing death and thought you might as well enjoy the plunge?”

​"They called him the Prison Boss —a bloodthirsty monster who ruled the cells and terrified the guards. And I was the rookie cop they threw to the wolves." ​Valeska wanted to earn her badge without her multi-millionaire father’s influence. But her bravery backfires when she’s assigned to Area 4—the personal kingdom of the notorious brutal prison boss, Dante Cross. ​She swore she wouldn’t break. She swore she would look the monster in the eye and show no fear. ​But pride comes before the fall. ​Cornered in the dark, the Prison Boss rapes her, shattering her courage and leaving her trembling, terrified, and bearing a scar that will haunt her forever. ​Worse than the pain is the

The next day, I went to Jared. "Running to building management, sabotaging a coworker's housing — when did you get this cheap, Jared?" He didn't even flinch at being called out. "Sorry, Chloe. You forced the issue. If you won't pair, I had to use what I had." What a performer. Yesterday he was icing me out for Stephanie. Today, the minute he thought I was cracking, he was back to concerned-manager mode. "I can agree. But you meet me on a few conditions."

I dared not move. “You shouldn't say things loosely,” he said, brushing my chin with his thumb. His voice was calm, but sharp enough to make the threat deadly. “I hate this family, and I don't give a fuck what happens to them. But don't expect me to sit quietly and take a threat.” His fingers moved to my lips. “Is that clear?” My lips parted as his thumb circled them. “What do you want with me?” “Fate is a cruel thing,” he said. “I just want to play with it. I want to see what the sick law of this universe has in store for me, and why you're part of it.” His voice hardened. “So I can crush it.”

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.