Boss Is A Control Freak Novels & Stories

Having that feeling snatched away from her made her furious and it made me very happy. Walking back into the house, I realized she needed to be taught a lesson. The short period I spent working for her company, I heard stories about her reign of terror. She was a bully to female employees and disgustingly, male employees were spoiled, basically pampered. Just like how she pampers her son. They could do no wrong. There was so much hatred for her in my heart. I quickly came to the conclusion that I was going to be her worst nightmare. I walked into the house, heading for the living area where I dropped my bag hours ago. “Where are you going?" David's deep voice echoed through the air as I pick

I just want it to be over and done with," I said under my breath. I called once more and still no response. What could be wrong? If I pull this move, he'd send the whole army to look for me, but Mr. Boss will definitely get his way around this; after all, his blue eyes command the crowd. ‎ ‎He could be at a murder crime scene and wouldn't be arrested because the police would fall in love with his blue eyes, curly hair, and chiseled jaw lines, like that of a carefully hand-crafted piece of art. He was something straight out of a mythical book. ‎ ‎His physique and aura made him so unique, his handsome face smooth as a baby's butt. I kept going on and on, delving into his features, till I reali

She was his. “Say it,” he growled. “…I hear you.” His grip on the phone tightened. He wanted to drive back that instant, throw her against the bed, remind her she wasn’t allowed to sound that fragile unless it was for him. But instead, he ended the call. If he didn’t, he’d lose all control. --- The rest of the day was chaos. His men whispered among themselves—Boss was impatient, terrifying, mood swinging like storms. Nobody dared breathe too loudly in his presence.

"Do you actually want me to be afraid of you? Because I could try, if that's the vibe you're going for. I don't think I'd be very good at it, but I could give it a shot." The question caught him off guard. For a second, he actually thought about it instead of just shutting her down. "No," he admitted. "I don't want that." "Good, because I wouldn't have been able to pull it off anyway." Mia went back to the bottle, checking the temperature on her wrist. "For what it's worth, 'Boss' isn't really about you. It's about the fact that you expect everyone to just fold the second you use that tone, and I find it way more interesting to see what happens when someone doesn't."

He had no idea why the girl was always hot-headed when she was talking to him. "Just put in all of those that were carrying,” was Zannie's authoritative command. Howard had nothing to do but to obey the command of this boss wannabe. Bossy—the adjective which fits her. Finally, he already realized that bossy people are annoying just like him before, as Howard recalled that he had the same attitude towards SLI employees.

Yeah, he could see what was going on. He also understood the implied meaning of this imperial-like man’s words. Boss was referring to Uno’s selfish motives. Therefore, this investigation report was flawed. “Boss, Uno has worked for you since childhood. He may be prone to act out of selfishness, but he will never betray you in the face of major issues.”

“I know it sounds strange to you, Mr. Boss man. You’re used to ordering people around all day long, frustrating and stressing them out, but they have rights too. They can decide not do as you say and even speak up for themselves sometimes. Like I do.” “Like you do??” he exclaimed, amused. “Oh please, brown eyes.” he shook his head then, grabbing himself a drink. “First of all, I don’t command people all day long. They have rights, of course, but you. You don’t speak up for yourself, if anything you’re a scrawny little head with a sharp mouth.” “Scrawny? I am very well fed!” “I know. I just fed you.” he smirked, I gave him a look, scoffing. “You haven’t been feeding me all these years, you ca

You know that. I chuckled, walking to his side. ‘Of course, but don’t forget you have your cold side. When you step into a room, your presence is felt, and I have seen the way employees tremble when you want to be the devil’s son.’ He stood up, grinning. ‘That’s why I am the coolest boss around, Tessa. If I am not cold, employees won’t respect me. I also like the control that comes with it.’ ‘Right, Kyle. Learn to smile though; it will help your stoic and cold persona.’ I said, leaning into him.

“ Boss is calling you . “ said Derrick . “ Sometimes I wonder whether this devil is monitoring me with a camera . It’s only been ten minutes that I have finished and he hasn’t gone out of his office . How did he know I finished the files ? “ said Antonio . “ It’s hard to catch the boss’s eye . “ said Derrick smiling . “ I don’t think it’s worth catching his eye . “ said Antonio . “ You really are blind , aren’t you ? “ said Derrick . “ What do you mean ? “ asked Antonio confused . ” Can’t you see how differently the boss treats us ? “ said Derrick . Antonio looked at Derrick even more confused . “ I can see that he is working out butt to death . “ said Antonio . “ You have surely seen how re

I’m almost convinced I’ve won—until the boss grabs the guy by the collar and smashes their mouths together. “What the hell?” I mutter, watching as it escalates into exactly what Blake predicted. They fuck, how is that right? Blake chuckles, clearly pleased with himself. “See? Power and control. The boss felt powerless finding those pictures. Now, he’s taking back control by… well, fucking him.” I shake my head, still in disbelief. “I stand corrected.”