Novel & Cerita Crossdresser Boss

He chuckled, pointing his nose and adjusting his shirt, he was very muscular, his pronounced biceps peeping through his designer vintage shirt. "It's wrong already, so it's not about how I get it. It's about what it is. And you know what, it is what it is. I'll be fine as always. And let me correct you, accept the fact that you need help. Even bosses need help too, so it's not embarrassing to need help." I added. "I really want to find out some personal things about him, and since you both have history, you're the right person to answer these questions." He indicated, looking slowly at the list he had in his hand.

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

"But the sudden announcement has triggered an aggressive response from the opposition. Specifically from Julian Cross." Alexander’s icy-blue eyes narrowed into lethal slits. Julian Cross was the billionaire CEO of Cross Industries, a predatory multinational conglomerate that had been fighting Sterling Global for a highly lucrative European shipping monopoly for the past three years. Cross was a man who didn't play by the rules; he was a corporate scavenger who weaponized blackmail, political favors, and personal scandals to destroy his competitors. "What has Cross done?" Alexander demanded, his deep baritone dripping with an ominous, cold authority.

Joy floated back to her desk on air. She sat, staring blankly at her monitor for a full minute. No clock-in? Someone to share the workload? Never getting fired? She covered her face with both hands, grin spreading wildly beneath her palms. As a boss, Nathaniel Cross is genuinely, unbelievably perfect. Generous, thoughtful a genuinely great employer. "I must've saved a whole civilization in a past life," she muttered, shutting down her computer, stuffing her badge into her bag. "This job is a miracle."

Every time he spoke, his voice was calm and patient. Fifteen minutes later, a delivery person arrived with a garment bag. Ryder took it and handed it to me. “Try it on. If it doesn’t fit, we’ll get another one.” I changed again in the bathroom. The simple navy dress fit perfectly .. modest but professional, with a slight flare at the knees. When I came out, Ryder gave me an approving nod. “Much better,” he said. “If anyone gives you trouble again, tell me. I don’t tolerate that here.”

“If they have something to say, they say it directly. They don’t put up with any shit.” “Who are they?” I ask quietly. “Well, Mr. Cross won’t be there. He never is. I think he’s in London.” “Mr. Cross?” I ask as my nerves start building. “The CEO.” “Yes, I know who he is. Everyone does. Although I’ve never seen a picture of him. It’s him and his brothers, right?” “Yes. The Cross family owns everything. Him and his three brothers.” “And they’re all upstairs?” I whisper as I quickly pull out the bright lipstick I bought during lunch and put on another layer. I need all the courage I can get.

His mannerism, the way he carried himself, the clothes that he had on, the fact that he had a car and so on. The conversation quickly steered away to more cheerful topics as the people started talking about their potential bosses and what they thought their new bosses were going to be like. That reminded me of the devil CEO rumors that were floating around in the lobby of the building from this morning. From my personal experience of running into Ace a couple of times, it wasn’t hard for me to imagine him being a devil CEO.

“And he’s your boss?” “Don’t start,” I cautioned her, though I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. “I’m not starting anything.” Addison said innocently, holding up her hands. “I’m just observing...Observing that your boss who, might I remind you, demoted you last week, just sent you a designer dress, luxury heels, and jewelry that probably costs more than my entire wardrobe.” “Addie...”

He had been working with him for the past five years and he had nothing but admiration and respect for this guy who was so strict and disciplined towards his work but was very good to his employees. And when he decided to shift to Michigan and restart his grandfather’s business he had readily agreed to follow him to Michigan. But he was surprised when he hid his identity from Miss Fletcher and he noticed that Miss Fletcher had some grudge against his boss without even knowing him. What a foolish woman. And his boss even went personally to check the company as he was planning to buy it, which was way out of his character. Previously he was the one who would do all this type of petty jobs for

"Hey, stop it! I'm going to mini market for a moment, you can wait here!" "Wa ... wait a minute, Boss! ehm ... how about if I come? I can help carry your things!" "No, that's not necessary!" he said, trying to avoid physical contact with me. "It's okay, Boss! I'll ..." "No! and stop calling me boss. Do you understand?" he said holding back annoyed. "Ok, Boss!" "Agh...!" ***