Helluva Boss Mrs Mayberry Novels & Stories

Logan answered authoritatively. “Oh, Mr Parker!” The woman said heavily. “This is Meryl Anderson from Billings Corp. We have been receiving calls from someone from your company, demanding to speak to Miss Billings about May Smith for days now. Miss Billings is away on a business trip and she instructed me to call you back. I am calling to confirm that Miss May Smith worked for Miss Billings.” Meryl said. Logan leaned his wrists on his desk, with one hand on his ear and the other rested under his chin. “Oh?” His eyes were narrowed into slits as he took in her previous words. Who had dared to go against him and find out about May Smith? He thought.

This Leo Spencer obviously had connections, just as Samuel had told her and he left no trail. She resorted to asking questions about him, and finally, she got something…A llittle detail about the mighty Leo Spencer. Hannah, a colleague at the office, was a very chatty lady, and was more than ready to spill everything she knew about gang boss, Leo Spencer. She mentioned that she'd seen him once at a party, and then she went on for a full minute talking about how attractive he was. A fact that Susan had already registered but refused to think about.

Someone stood to introduce him — a woman with pearls and carefully managed enthusiasm — and the words arrived with the timing of something from a nightmare. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our CEO, Mr. Cazien Wolfe." I tried to look normal. This is, I would realize later, one of the more underrated human survival skills: the ability to rearrange your face into something that communicates nothing in the immediate aftermath of discovering that you have just called your future employer a d*ck to his face on a public street in front of fifteen witnesses and at least three phone cameras.

Her arms were wrapped tighter around her boss's shoulders. "I've been watching you all this time" "Really? May I ask why?” “Because of your lips. I really want to taste those pink lips. I want to suck them, then lick them.” Her breath hitched and her cheeks flushed. She didn’t expect her boss to whisper such filthy words in the middle of a ballroom full of classy, ​​upper-class people. Her skin prickled at the feel of her boss’s hot breath on her face. “People are watching us.”

“That’s not how you talk to your boss.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Seriously Nate, I can't keep up with your mood swings. Two weeks ago, I thought we were doing just fine. We weren’t best buddies or anything but I thought we could have a normal boss-employee relationship while leaving the past behind. But after dinner at the restaurant, you did a whole 180° and started being a jerk to me all over again. Even today, you didn't even ask me if I had plans, just ordered me to get here straight or lose my job."

’ “BOSS! I GOT THE CRAZY OLD MAN!” The bald man was really annoyed and his vicious gaze landed on his subordinate. “Why did you bring him? Do you want me to do your job?” He huffed. “No, boss. I apologize.” The thug subordinate pushed the crazy old man in front of the bald man. This was his time to show off that he was fierce and deserved to be promoted. He stepped on the old man’s chest and loudly asked. “Do you know this lady?” The bald man took off the other pair of his shoes and hit the subordinate’s leg a few times. “What b-llsh-t are you doing? Get your legs off the old man!”

Bob expressed his disbelief instantly when he saw Harlan was already in the pink of health after being close to death a moment ago. He looked toward Kayson with admiration, respect, and fear. Bob was still standing there anxiously without the courage to speak when Kayson and Noella left the room. Kayson considered for a moment and asked, “Who are you working for?” “I work for Eden Joy, Mr. Yarde.” Kayson was puzzled. “Eden Joy?” Noella exclaimed, “Eden Joy! Is it that old-school restaurant in Northcity?” Bob nodded and said respectfully, “That’s right, Ms. Whitman.”

**Julie** It was past midnight when I heard a loud banging at the door, quickly I rushed out to see my boss standing there looking tattered and unkept, his hair was in a mess and so was his clothes. All his button was open as his bare chest stood glaring at me,"fuck out of the door!" His slurping voice bellowed, causing me to look into his face. Heaven! He's drunk. Has anything happened to May? I was a bit scared." Move Lady!"

When the whole thing popped, I grabbed a bowl, tore the bag open, and poured a generous amount in before returning to the living room to find May sitting cross-legged on the couch waiting for me. "I picked a movie." She announced. I plopped on the sofa and watched as her slender fingers manipulated the controls of the remote. She didn't seem disturbed about what I did not too long ago. She made no effort to mention it. Which meant things were perfect in her department. The way she looked so composed was almost as if everything was fine. But it really wasn't. For me at least. My phone vibrated and I took the liberty to look at it. Just so I could avoid staring at May for a couple of seconds.

With a large burrito in one hand and beer in the other, I was watching Vampires Mermaids on television when my phone suddenly started ringing. A groan left my mouth when my eyes fell on the name of my boss on the mobile screen. Putting the burrito aside, I picked up the phone and answered it. "Be at my apartment in exactly an hour," she stated in her signature voice. "Wait," I said in confusion. "Are... Are you going to fire me? I swear I didn't take a peek when I was changing your clothes. What other proof do you need?"