Bossy President 소설 & 이야기

A male employee came rushing into the room. “Mr. Ambrose! The President!” ‘The President?’ Seolurrie thought to herself. The male employee was still running, but it looks like he’s in a rush because before he could even reach Mr. Ambrose the male employee already talked. “What is it? What happened to the President?” “The… the President… he’s coming.” The male employee was still catching his breath, but Mr. Ambrose made him speak, not caring about the tired employee. “What?!”

she said with a little confidence in her voice. "You're Boss's wife? I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you ,ma'am. Let me..." The man quickly bowed her,he tried opening the door but Aisha stopped him. "No don't" Aisha touched his hands. "I'll stay close to the door and wait for him. I'm sure he doesn't want to be interrupted" "But I thought it was urgent..." The man enunciated. "Yes. Interrupting him wouldn't be a good idea. I'll just wait here." Aisha smiled at him.

Nathan asked casually. Mercedes gulped down a bottle of water before she spoke this time. "With all due respect Mr President, I will answer your question with the last thing I told him and will say it once again to his face. Mr Hayes, I will rather endure a night in a pit full of snakes and scorpions than spend it with a devious bastard like you!" She hurled. Mr Hayes face reddened, complicated gazes followed him insipidly. "You! Didn't you destroy my laptop, iPhone and everything else in your office?" Mr Hayes was upset and yelled.

What Sick Sean? Lerina deliberately came early in the morning; she wanted to make sure that the cleaning service job didn't disappoint; Lerina didn't want to be asked to clean again by the president. After confirming everything, the janitor came out. Lerina returned her shirt; she could calm down now. Ah no. Lerina will not be able to calm down when she meets her boss. Last night's kiss, ah, how should he face his boss later? It's already nine. Han Zoku has yet to show his nose. This is unusual, why didn't the boss come? It couldn't be because of the kiss. Thought Lerina.

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 know you can't do it alone, but someone else must be involved. You won’t have any problem. All you have to do is tell me who you are working for. Which other secret boss do you have?” Anna sighed as more tears flooding out of her eyes. “The president is my only boss. I have no boss and I know nothing about it,” she spoke with a muffle voice. Mara put her head in her hands and discharged a deep breath, frustrated. “Anna, can’t you just permit me to be nice to you?” She asked, and since it didn’t require an answer, she furthered. “Maybe you want me to be harsh on you, right?” Anna shook her head. “No, ma. I am telling the truth. Please.”

“This can’t be real. How is she his boss?” Nathan was equally bewildered. “President Bates, what do you mean? She’s nothing but a poor woman. How could she be anyone’s boss?” Amelia exclaimed incredulously, “You must be mistaken, President Bates! She’s just trash! You can’t possibly mean her!” Ian’s gaze turned icy. “Are you suggesting I don’t recognize my own boss? You judge people by their appearance and assume everyone else is as shallow as you?” He turned to Nathan, his tone dripping with disdain. “For years, my boss managed this company. You feigned death and returned without an ounce of gratitude. Instead, you shamelessly humiliated her.”

“Let me give you a ride.” I stopped. Slowly turned. And stared up at him. He looked calm. Too calm. That quiet, smug sort of confidence that told me he was already expecting me to say yes. I tightened my grip on my bag. “Last time I was in your car,” I said, voice clipped, “I ended up in your bed.” I scoffed then said, “You must have known me, why didn't you stup me that night? You should have said something about being my boss!” I snapped.

"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.”