Helluva Boss Mrs Mayberry Novels & Stories

As the boss lady finally turned to face her, Hazel’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of the imposing figure seated behind the desk, The air crackled with tension as their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, years of unease simmering beneath the surface. With a cold smile, the boss lady drawled, "Well, well, well, if it isn't little Miss Perfect. How the mighty have fallen!”

Everyone could tell it was the boss, Derek Shepherd, coming. I tried to look at him but couldn't as Miss Wilson blocked my sight with her body. CLAP ... CLAP Instantly, the whole place fell into silence. “Everyone, step forward our new Boss would like to take a tour of the HR Department.” As I just stepped out, the same group of women started to rush towards the boss to put themselves first in the eyes of the boss. Facing such a sudden storm, I was caught off guard and someone accidentally knocked me far away. I tried to swing my arms to keep my balance but failed. I fell to my knees

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

"Figured I could start my job immediately." He nodded pleased. "Mr Devereaux will be proud." I nodded but froze. Mr who? "I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked but before he could reply. The door opened and we slowly turned back. "Good evening, Mr Devereaux," he greeted. The words died on my tongue. It was like someone pulled the plug of my brain. "You…" I muttered. Mr Devereaux… Jaxon Devereaux was my Boss.

I probably looked exactly like what I was a tired, pregnant woman who'd finally had enough. The elevator ride to the fifth floor felt like descending into hell. Room 512 was at the end of the hall. I stood outside the door, hand raised to knock, and heard A woman's voice, light and carefree. "Stop, you're going to make me spill my coffee." Then Marcus's voice, warm in a way it never was with me anymore. "Then don't distract me when I'm trying to work." "This is working?" More laughter. "Could've fooled me."

A glowing screen appeared in the air between them. Maya saw a video. It was a version of Maya. She was sitting in a chair in a dark office. She looked tired and cold. In the video Maya picked up a pen. Signed a paper. The name on the paper was Maya Benson. Below it her job title said: Chief Architect of Neural Entertainment.

Even though i have noticed that she is a little bise at times, i know that she means well. But...i wouldn't miss her either. She was to mean to me the first few weeks of my job. Is It bad to be relieved too? Oliver comes back with a well deserved smile in his face. "There is going to be a send off party Saturday afternoon for Mrs. She-devil Brown and i am more than happy to attend. *** It was a big party. The company took Mallisa Brown's send off very seriously. It was decorated like it had never been before.

Roxanne felt a strange aura go through her body, "What are you doing to me?" At this, Mrs. Dieter opened her eyes, causing Roxanne to panic. Dieter's irises were as red as blood. Roxanne wanted to take her hand away from Mrs. Dieter's, but she couldn't. In a panic, Roxanne discovered behind Mrs. Dieter was a wall. On it was a picture of a demon eye staring at Roxanne. "Don't worry, it's just a little pain. Then your body and your soul will be mine.” Mrs. Dieter laughed throughout the room. Everything vibrated. Roxanne could see that the demon's eye was also arching in amusement.

She places it in front of me and fills up a cup of steaming coffee. “Thank you” I say. “It is only a pleasure. Now if there is anything you need at all, just give me a shout” she says. “I was wondering. Can you tell me where I am?” I ask. Mrs Wells sighs deeply. “Oh Deary. The Boss will explain everything to you shortly. Please be patient with us. We just do as we are told.” She says and squeezes my hand lightly. “Can I go outside?” I ask this time. I cannot stand being indoors for so long.

His fingers touched mine as he accepted my card, the treacherous butterflies in my stomach were swirling inside again. "See you tonight, Miss Heather." He didn't take his eyes off me until I nodded at him. Then he looked at Lana with a smile, "Miss Morrel." Mr. Shaw looked at me one more time before walking back to his desk. "Whoa! He really is ... " Lana looked at Mr. Shaw then drank his wine. "So when do you plan to tell me, Ella?" her eyes turned to me, her voice accusing me again. "He's just my client's boss, Lana."