Dear Grumpy Boss 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"

"Are you a mean,old grumpy boss?" "Not a boss yet. I mean, I have people that answer to me, but I answer to people as well." "You didn't answer my question." "I'm a d*ck, Kelly. I've already told you this. The people at the bar, they're my friends because they are equal to me at work, but I'm sure they wouldn't call me the nicest person around." "Do you yell?" "Sometimes." "I don't think I've seen you that mad?" "Only because I like you."

“Sorry, I don’t want to come over like a creep, but you are just the first person I see actually being happy to work here.” “Gilda is happy too,” I retort hastily, shrugging. “His PA. We clicked, so that helps a lot to cope with a grumpy boss.” He grins, rolling back his shoulders while he crosses his hands in front of him to look up at the numbers dropping. “That’s great to hear. I’m glad.” He is just a big teddy bear. ‘Oh, stop it,’ Kevin snarls, and I chuckle.

“No Ms. Jensen, I'm just wondering if this mouth of yours would become a problem for me. Now, get my coffee!” I rushed out of the office when the seated man raised his voice at the end of his sentence. Bipolar much? I thought we were getting along! I muttered and grumbled about my boss’s attitude problems while I brewed the cups of coffee. I made two cups - one for me obviously and one for Mr. Grumpy pants. Walking back into the office, I dropped Mr. Armando’s coffee and carefully walked back to my office with the hot mug in hand. Once again, no appreciation or acknowledgment from grumpy pants.

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.

How's your grumpy boss? "I'm almost out of life from overworking and I guess the boss isn't fine." I walked to the bed, sitting on it. "Why?" "He's been acting kinda weird lately." I was definitely not telling her about Hames' kiss yet. "He apologized this morning for always being so grumpy and said he hopes I can forgive him." I lowered my voice, not wanting Hames to hear me. "I said it; this dude has feelings for you." She said matter-of-factly.

Dear lord, whatever it is don't let me lose my job at least not today or this year, please lord. Knocking on the door to Mr. Williams's office, I held my breath patiently waiting for the rude reply from him. Mr. Williams was once a kind man but that was until his wife passed on from brutal brain cancer, he was so devastated that he became bitter and grumpy just like my Dad. My Dad? You ask, well that is a story for another day. "Come in." Was the grumpy reply, I flinch back a little not expecting it to be this harsh. I push the wooden door open, it squeaks in the process. His head snaps up to me glaring at me, I resist the urge to roll my eyes in irritation.

That's the good thing about having a grumpy boss, they barely look at their staff. It's been three months since I started working here and I now understand why the others quit the job within a week or two. He wasn't a very nice person, not in the slightest that I know of. He never looks up from his desk and since I've been here I've heard the phrase, "I don't give a fuck," "I don't care", "get out of my office" leave his lip a million times than I can count. But I wasn't going to give up that easily. I am Camila Harris and I'm not afraid of a darn thing except for Chickens. Those creatures are awfully scary. I remember when Dad raised a few chickens in the backyard. I was eight and always we

Of course, without Jo's knowledge. Apart from being hated and gossip behind. Jo never had a single one who dared to spend five minutes with him. Because for just one minute, his babbling and scolding are about 200 words per minute. How can all of his employees stand to face Jo for a long time? And if there is an employee called into Jo's room. It was certain that she will accept all forms of Jo's anger because there is something wrong with her work or not. Unlike his subordinates or employees, the owner of Van Boss, Ester likes Jordan's personality. Because by doing so, all of his employees at Van Boss New York became more careful and tried hard to work so as not to get into trouble with Jor

Her hair was all over her face and I couldn’t help but to laugh by the way she looks. She glared at me after putting the iced coffees above my desk. “Do you know how high this building is?! And guess what?! I’m busy talking with my editor when you suddenly texted me and asked me to buy those damn coffee even when you have your own personal secretary!!” That’s right, I felt bored that’s why I texted her. I really love teasing this woman. She looks like a panda whenever she gets angry. I crossed my arm and looked at her exhausted face. “Do you have any complaints about that? If only you didn’t use my—