Game Bunuh Bos の小説・ストーリー

James gulped in fear. “That's it,” Zaylen started speaking, “Setting aside the fact that you are an incompetent employee, I let you off the hook for inappropriate conduct after office-hours, but now? You are creating havoc in my office and dared to use violence on another employee? Not to mention, you were harassing someone else before that? I have had enough. I am no longer going to tolerate you a single second more. You are fired, James Harnen.” Everyone gasped at the announcement.

"And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!" Head down, Samantha responded: "I'm sorry, boss." When I thought Joshua wouldn't say anything else, he surprised us by saying, "You're fired." My eyes immediately widened in surprise. "W-What?" Samantha said, surprised. "Get your things and leave." "B-But... Joshua!"

Adam rubs his neck, "I have a solid idea about who it was. The fruit bowl was bugged." We look at him him shock. "What?" I gasped.

"I feel the magic." "Brodi is almost here," Gunnar told the others. They looked at each other, their expressions showing some confusion as to how he knew but then shrugged in unison. Something else that would need to be explained to them later. A few moments later, the bushes rustled behind them and Liv and Brodi appeared. Gunnar had never seen his brother and sister-in-law so angry. Murder was in their eyes, though Gunnar caught a whiff of terror emanating from them both. "The boy has a knife," Gunnar reported. "He is obviously compelling the woman to do his bidding."

He insisted. "Mrs. Yankees? what is she going to buy from him? Drugs? Guns?" [I think gun bosses. He and his wife need guns for their enemies--] "Fight? Is this about the fight between Yankees and Vermonte?" [That's right, boss.] "Such a stupid drug addict. some innocent people will be hurt because of their fight. Go get our people tell them to be ready, we're gonna ruin their day and also give some other info of that later." [Yes, boss ASAP!]

Tonight is the end night I'll bullet in fucker the diamond gang between the eyes. Let's just say, " it will be beautiful sightseeing their bodies in their own pool of blood." What a perfect sight it will be." Hahahahaha... I have waited for this long. I'll make sure to rip their fucking throat out. ( sign)... ( Tech guy) Boss we have found them. Good. Now, where are they located? ( Tech guy) Hmm...boss?

As he spoke, Annabelle who was controlling the computer with deep concentration pulled up articles which had surfaced online just two hours before. "European Capitalists Exploit Nigerian Company" and "European CEOs Suspected of Rejecting Benny Malcolm on the Bases of Controversial Video in the 21st Century?" Online, articles were being released every minute by different reporters and bloggers, and their phone lines had been bombarded by calls for the past hours as well, such that they had blocked it.

Bima shouted, his brain working overtime. System, another idea! How do I make him even more embarrassed?! [System Suggestion: Create a more personal meme! Target the BOSS Zombie's 'failed review' content trauma!] [Meme: 'The Master of Disgusting Food Reviews – When Trash Food Becomes the Main Content'] [Effect: BOSS Vlogger's appeal -50%! Risk of random berserk mode!] Random berserk mode? Bima swallowed hard. But there was no other choice. He looked at the BOSS Zombie, who was now focused on Lia, trying to capture her "epic counterattack."

The first enemy I should have tackled had been in my den all along. The second thing? That person wasn’t alone. There were more. More that connected to Rafe coming back from the grave. Shit. They had been watching me. They had been waiting. They lured me in slowly without me realizing it. A thirsty trap that I walked into with my two legs. I gave Kaleb a signal, one we both shared, one we used in time of trouble. I pulled out my gun swiftly and fired at the boss. The bullet ran straight into the middle of his forehead and he dropped dead.

(DANIEL) The beat from Cardi B’s most infamous anthem, WAP, hums in the car: crude and profane. I’m a certified Bardi, but that song is nothing compared to what Gareth will do to me. Pulling up in the garage, I snag the package from the backseat. My fingers skim the pistol I keep under the seat. London’s dangerous for queers like me. I’ve had it since the mugging last year. I kill the engine. The car beeps twice as I sashay into my compound. Sorry, our compound. Gareth and I. I work for the cash, he fucks my brains out. Proper division of labour.