Romans & histoires Dear Grumpy Boss

I screamed out loudly. 'Mr Bernard is such a sweet soul.' I said to myself. 'Wait a minute… Alice, are you dreaming? He hasn't yet said anything yet and you're yelling all over the place. What if…' A thought crept into my mind. 'What if he has something else in mind? No one helps people for free nowadays, or is he that sympathetic? What if he requests for something in return? Obviously, something outrageous. Something I can't deal with.' I know my boss to be the arrogant and grumpy no-nonsense kind of human being. No feelings, no friendly aura, just focused and taciturn. In fact, I'm surprised the way he talks to me these days and it seems it's just me he talks to that way.

"You are clearly not serious about this deal. Take it or leave it, Grant." He shifted in his seat. "What?" My lovely boss smiled. But it wasn't your regular happy-go-lucky smile, it was the type of smile that could probably freeze over Florida if it wanted to. "Did I stutter?" he asked. My eyebrows went so high I think they flew off my damn face. Grant blinked. Then, he blinked again and continued blinking non-stop for a full thirty seconds. "I..." he trailed off. My lovely boss took that as his cue to stand up and I followed suit. He headed towards the door without a word. I glanced at Grant and his assistant. "Have a great day, Mr. Grant," I said, trying to muster up some empathy for the p

Grumpy. "Yeah. Really grumpy. He almost lashed out on me" "Oh my. I'll get going" he said rushing out. "Yes. You deserve that. Always bugging me and bossing me around with your ugly being. But..why do the CEO have such a grumpy face and mood today. Well...none of my business"

“I don’t feel that way about him.” Caroline didn’t blink. She just stared at me for a moment too long before giving a slow, knowing smile. “If you say so.” She linked her arm through mine like we were Sixteen again, sneaking out of school. “So? How’s it going here? How’s work?” I hesitated. For once, I didn’t want to pretend. “It hell” I whispered. “My so-called boss is grumpy, cold, impossible to read. He doesn't even look at me like I am human half the time”

I smiled. "That's very good to know. I'm about to leave for work but wanted to hear your beautiful voice to have a splendid day." I felt heat rise from my neck to my face to form a blush. "That's so nice to hear. My night should be great after hearing your voice too." That was the best response I could come up with. "That's also very nice to hear. How's your grumpy boss?" "He's being the same meanie." I rolled my eyes.

CHERRY'S POV I froze the moment I saw him, how could it be him? He also froze when he saw me. But the next moment he behaved like he didn't know me at all. “You can leave us now”. He said with an aloof tone to Sir Andrew, who whispered in my ears with a smirk “You are doomed for sure”. Mr Grumpy is the CEO of this company. Since it's him, I will surely stop working after today. “Your uniform is cute”. He said with a smirk on his face.

It was six in the evening when everyone started leaving the office as our working hour ends now. I stretch my body and started collecting my stuffs, and left my cabin after switching off all the lights. I was in the parking lot of our office when my steps halt. Mr.Grumpy Pants, aka my new boss was leaning on my car's driver seat door. He looked at me and smirked. My blood boiled in anger , and I also started moving towards my car. What he thought that I would be afraid of him?? My foot.... I don't care if he fires me or not. I will find another job as I have my talents which he can never fire off from me.

"Who's that Grouch?" I spit my cola right away while coughing and immediately grab my phone, discovering the call from my grumpy boss! "My boss", I clamour and pick it up. "Good afternoon, Sir", I stammer. "Are you already resigning, Miss Benson?" His cold voice comes, making my throat dry. "Resign? No. Never. Why would I—" "Then why aren't you still at the office?" He roars. For a second, I hear nothing. My ear gets numb with his howl.

I flung my hands forward like I am sending away a pesky fly. He narrows his eyes at me, his palm fisting by his side as he glares at me. “I wonder why the boss hasn't killed you yet. Surely that would make my fucking year.” Mr Grumpy aka my very own fatty. “I wonder why the boss hasn't made you run on the treadmill every day. That would make your fucked up life easier.” I snap, his blanches backward like I slapped him. Guess that hit a nerve. “I am sorry–” “What are you doing in sir Reece's room?” he asks, his slightly familiar voice gone as he stares at me neutrally.

, she said in a sassy tone and cat walked out of the office. I rolled my eyes. Two sassy piece of shits. * * When I got back home, I started with my email. "Dear Mr Greenwood, or is it Mr Grumpy? I hope this message finds you in the worse condition because it's worse than the one you put me through. I've worked in this place for like what? a month and a week and I have to say you're the worse employer I've ever had. You Need to sit the fuck down and allow me to shove your bullshits into your ass because your rudeness is out of control and has gotten to the next level...