Helluva Boss Mrs Mayberry X Martha Novels & Stories

she whispered, “if this is a blessing, help me hold it right. If it’s a lesson, let it be gentle.” She went to bed with a rose-petal softness in her chest she hadn’t felt in years. Across state lines, the du Prée estate was still buzzing too. Maya sat at the kitchen island with a cup of chamomile tea, her bare feet swinging. Marvella stood at the counter, wiping down an already spotless space, the way she did when her mind was busy. “Well?” Maya asked. “You survived.” “Barely,” Marvella said. “Those people are loud.”

"Then that's your answer. Not his. Yours." “But if I but two and two together, are you talking about your boss? The same boss you curse at everytime you came home late.“ She asked with humor. Maria cheeks flushed red and she covered them with her palms and May understood she was right. “Truly the heart can be a bastard, who would have thought this day would come. The same man you dislike is the same man you think about.“ ---

I approach her, she smiles, she must be my age. -Good morning, welcome to Matthew's, what can I get you? -I come on behalf of Bob- I answer politely and she nods smiling. -Wait here for a second, I'm going to call Martha- she disappears down a little hallway and a second later a very pretty lady appears, blue-eyed and brunette. -Hi, you must be Kara, right?- she asks once she gets to me and the blonde girl goes to attend. I nod and she hugs me. - I'm Martha, Bob's wife, I've heard a lot about you, how are you- she asks when we separate.

*************** CHAPTER 25 ~Arianna’s POV~ Martha’s apartment felt warm and cozy as I sat on the couch holding a mug of hot cocoa. Martha was sprawled across her armchair, legs tucked beneath her as she listened to my vague complaints about my “new job.” “I don’t even know where to begin,” I sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “He’s arrogant, controlling, and honestly… insufferable.” Martha raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Sounds like your boss is a piece of work. What kind of job is this again?”

I say, and they smile at me. “Thank you. We trust you.” Hellen says on their behalf. “Okay. Make sure everything is in order. I heard the new boss does not entertain nonsense, so be careful.” I warn them because, the way Boss Martin said it, we really need to be really weary of him. And we cannot just screw things up on the first day. “And who is this new boss? Do you know him?” Hellen asks. I shake my head.

Jenna quickly hid behind Marianne. "It's the bossman!" she squealed, terrified. Meanwhile, Marianne just laughed drunkenly. "Nooo, that's my husband." "You married the boss?" Jenna asked in shock. "Alright, that's enough from both of you," I said, separating them. "You—it's time to go home. Take her."

This was the woman Horacio had said that they could have their way with if they ran into her. “F*ck, a rich and pretty boss? I like it! Pin her down and send her to the room upstairs!” Pete was thrilled. The prize had sent herself right to his doorstep. Was there anything better than this? Sir Horacio would back him up after what he would do anyway! “Don’t touch Ms. Sade!” Easton cried with reddened eyes. Pete’s underling went up and slapped Easton twice, making his ears ring. Sadie turned pale. She did not expect that the man was not buying her offer when she was willing to pay. She pulled out her phone to call the police, but Pete snatched it and slammed it on the table before slapping her

Those maids cleaned the room, dumped the used syringe, and made her wear a nightgown to let her sleep. Two of them looked at each other before leaving the room. One of them spoke to another in a low tone. "Do you know Martha, how much I want to kill her?" Martha looked at the sleeping figure and gasped. "Are you out of your mind, Sana?" Martha was thinking that Sana had gone mad. Who would dare to kill her? After all, she was the only thing that their boss liked so much. If somehow Boss could ever get a chance to know Sana's idea, he won't mind cutting her into pieces to feed his dogs.

"Sure" I could sense she was feeling a little awkward, nervous even. I knew for a fact that this wasn't the sort of thing she was used to... waking up to a man on her couch, naked, let alone an employee. "So, last night was pretty fun. Who knew the boss was such a party girl?", I teased to ease the tension. She almost flinched at the mention of her title. "Hmm" "So that really wasn't your scene?" "A dark, stinking hole of a club in the dirty streets of NYC? No, I'm more of an uptown girl"

I give her a not so impressed full-face smile, “Of course not, I do my things like the second coming of Christ just to catch the unfaithful servants.” “I’m sorry, sir.” She apologises again, her head lowering. I ignore her apology. “Why is the light in my room turned on?” She nervously bites down on her lower lips, feeling a little uneasy. “She says she’d stay in your room after moving your things out.” My brow rises. “She? Who is she?” “The boss.” She answers in a weakened tone. I roll my eyes, “Oh mio Dio, lo so che è il capo e la testa della vita. (Oh my God! I know she’s your boss and in charge of your life!) Don’t your boss have a name?”