Boss Is A Control Freak Novels & Stories

Their boss is fierce not crazy so it is impossible to get angry or go crazy all the time. Betty put her hand on her waist, counseling her twin. "Oh my God, do you think our boss is insane? He's just a grumpy not crazy, he can't scold us if we don't make too much of a mistake. You say like that like just getting to know our boss"

Moreover, President Dika's friend thought Nova was 'playing around' and suggested that Nova not do anything crazy because his image is getting worse now. They were all afraid if the community and other employees would poorly judge Nova. And Nova is the son of the owner of the company, should Nova not make the name of the company worse. Although from a long time ago, Nova was always underestimated by others, now? Nova has turned into a man in charge and Nova's work is always done, now Nova tries not to run away from the meeting. President Dika hope, everyone understands Nova. Having Panic disorder is excruciating, he will always panic when in the crowd, even while in the supermarket, Nova pan

She turned to Dennis and said, “Dennis, this is my boss, Mr Justin Gerano.” Justin raised an eyebrow when he heard Jasmine introduce him as her boss. The events of the past two months showed that they were past the boss to employee relationship but it seemed that Jasmine didn’t feel the same way and it hurt him a little bit to know that. Dennis stood up from his seat and approached Justin with a smile on his face. “Nice to meet you," he said and stretched out his hand to Justin. "Hmmm," Justin simply said and took his hand. There was no way he was going to lie and say that he was also happy to see Dennis.

The last thing I wanted was a simple message. — Lisa, I'm sorry for everything. You won't lack anything there. I promise, I'll take care of it. You'll be fine. Learn as much as you can, and I won't forget my promise to take care of you and your child. Please, don't do anything foolish. Seize the opportunity to study. I'll be waiting for your return eagerly. Never forget that I am YOUR ONLY BOSS, the text read, as if that could solve my life. I felt fury coursing through my blood, a mixture of love and hate that irritated me, especially after remembering what he had said about his marital affairs. — Verbiage and more verbiage, you're an idiot, Thiago, I replied without holding back my words.

He asked coldly. "Mr Steele," Rose said in a very soft voice, a bit different from the menacing tone she'd just used on Liv a while ago. Rose had made it quite obvious that she liked her boss. Everyone at the office knew she had eyes on Mr Steele and she wasn't being discreet about it either. There had even been rumors once that they spent the night at the office and she became even more territorial since then.

I shouted, clutching the front of the shirt I was wearing tightly, as if holding my shattered heart in my fingers. "It's nothing like that." Cassian roared, running his hands through his hair. "How is it not? What else could it be? What other motive would drive you to do all that, to keep me with you all this time knowing who I really am?" "You're not that naive, little squirrel." He cupped my chin, making me look directly at him. "I'm the fucking Boss of London. I'm not some kid who kidnaps a woman because he doesn't have the ability to win her over."

I was grabbing a loaf of bread from the counter to press onto the floor to collect the possible shards that even a broom couldn’t sweep up when I realized he was still in the room. “Mr. Jones, don’t you have any other duties for the day to occupy your time other than watching me clean up?” I stated with slight irritation. I mean how could that man introduce himself to me with his first name and expect me to not be shocked when I realized he was my boss. Such a shame, I had liked him.

No one did. From her side of the room, Ms. Kim studies him with sharp, calculating eyes. Every twitch of possession, every protective shift of his body, every moment he angles himself toward me and away from the world. She has miscalculated before. She knows she’s miscalculated now. What she witnessed was not just a CEO protecting an employee. This was a declaration. A claim strong enough to unsettle even someone like her. For the first time, she flinches at a truth she hates: she cannot control this.

He stared at me. I watched the moment land. The moment he heard his own words echoed back—I AM control—and recognized the pattern he'd fallen into. The instinct to command taking over when partnership was what was actually needed. "You're right." The words came out slowly, like they cost him something to say. "I'm falling into old patterns. Making decisions without consultation. Treating you like someone to be protected instead of someone to be partnered with." "Yes. You are." "It's instinct." He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. "Crisis hits and I go into CEO mode. Fix it, manage it, control it. I don't know how to do this differently. I've never had to."

why do I feel like I'm under control? “Boss, I’m not some pet you need to cage to feel safe. I’m a person, and I can decide for myself.” One corner of his lip curled up, as if he was fighting back a smile. “You’re free to decide… as long as it doesn’t put you in danger. That’s my line.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re too much, Boss, always right? I’m safe! Besides, I won’t agree to being turned into the pink princess of your condo, okay?”