Helluva Boss Age Rating Romane & Geschichten

He said just before I could walk out. I scowled. Damn, he was still bossy. Previously in high school, it used to be to get his homework done so he would pay me a few bucks for lunch and now I had a feeling that coffee was just the beginning. Was this going to be a repeat of my high school days? I didn’t know and I wouldn’t until I started work from Monday. But then I turned and gave him my best megawatt smile before saying, "Yes Boss!" Just because I got hired by my biggest high school bully, doesn’t mean I’m going down without a fight.

It seems like the psychopath Bill is one hell of an intelligent foe. “We should get back up. Let’s ask for help from the Big Boss, Helios,” Grant suggested. “No,” he said stubbornly. Grant pulled his hair because of Helios’s stubbornness. They’ve been convincing the man for a couple of hours, but he still refuses. “You know the Boss can help us. You’re important to the org, Helios. He’ll help us,” said Grant. “I doubt that. I broke his rule. I fell in love,” he replied. The Big Boss is much crueler than his father.

That was until we reached the Cerberus Boss on level eighteen and our luck ran out. Dealing with a three-headed Hell Hound that breathed fire wasn’t going to be easy. Even if we all worked together, we were no match for the Boss. Its fire was lethal on a whole new level, which I believed was due to Zane making it more challenging for Luka.

“You’ve been talking forever—let us say hi to Boss!” “Yeah! Me too!” After a brief scuffle, a childish, high-pitched voice chimed in sweetly. “Boss! Boss! Guess what? Yesterday I hacked into Country J security network! Aren’t I amazing? Come on, praise me!” ***

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

“So don't blame innocent guys.” “Carter!” Frank Moore's voice cut through the office like a rusty knife. My boss loomed over my desk, his cheap suit reeking of cigarettes and… failure. He slapped a folder down hard enough to make my empty coffee cup rattle. “Drop the Z-list crap. I've got your next assignment.” I flipped open the folder. A glossy 8x10 headshot of a man stared back at me, all sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and a smirk that probably made stockbrokers wet their pants.

“That’s exactly what I'm requesting, ma’am. I’m a fair man, so I think a cut of ten per cent wouldn’t be bad at all, after all, it’s not like you truly lost the necklace. You still have it, so you're not going to have to spend the money to buy a new one.” “I’m going to end this call now, because I don’t see the purpose of it. On a normal day, you won't even be fit to lick the soles of my feet. That’s how far in level beneath me you are. I paid you for your services and that’s that. Don’t ever call my number again.” “Actually, that’s not that. If you don’t give me ten per cent of the money, I’ll show my boss that footage.” “Which footage? The one you handed over to me the day after?”

I said before drinking my iced coffee and eating an Alcapone doughnut. “It’s already over, yes, but that kind of thing is still infuriating. You’ve been at your job for so long, then they just fire you like that. What’s that? Don’t they value their employees at all? Who is your boss so I can punch her lungs,” Charlie said angrily. “You’re stupid. She’s a woman,” I told him. “So what? I’ll pull her hair if she wants,” Charlie replied. I laughed because his ridiculous side was showing again.