Horrible Bosses Bobby Novels & Stories

The air grew colder, damper, carrying the faint mineral smell of underground water. Inside the main chamber, perhaps twenty men waited beneath the dim glow of battery lamps. The ceiling disappeared into darkness; enormous stalactites hung like the fangs of some ancient beast. In the center stood Don Bertaleo, the current boss of bosses, a small, compact man from the interior whose quiet voice could order a dozen deaths before breakfast. He held a huge machete in one hand, its blade catching the lamplight, his head slightly bowed in the traditional gesture of humility before the assembly. Some of the older representatives wore the coppola, the flat cap of the countryside, pulled low over thei

"You were on leave, weren't you?" Carla, at times, had to deal with the strange decisions and attitudes of her most direct superior: the annoying Bobby, as some employees called him, without his knowledge. A man who used to pretend to be overly polite to her, but at the same time showed a dislike. In the five years she had been working there, at no time had there been any real camaraderie between them. On this fair occasion, the woman understood that the gentleman was not very happy to see her there. "I feel much better now, Bobby. I wouldn't want to be absent again, not after all the days the company was closed and even less at this time of the year..."

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

Richard was looking at me with a surprised expression that he couldn't hide and the Boss calmly said, "Something to add, Richard!" Richard looking at me, said sincerely, "I'm sorry I only hit him once!" And the Boss sighing in frustration, said, “Well, this story makes more sense! Robert has never been a good guy, but I didn't think he would come to that. Unfortunately, all our actions have consequences! " My gaze flew to the eyes of the Boss, who calmly said, "I'm sorry, but inevitably one of you two will not be able to continue working with us!"

Robert didn't hear anything they screamed and moved with a ferocity they had never seen before, a monster possessed by fury. The first man went down with a sickening crunch, his nose breaking under the impact. The second tried to raise his hands in defense, but Robert’s punch sent him crashing into the wall, unconscious. Mike and Abraham just left the place leaving Jack behind to keep an eye. Jack, who had been overseeing the interrogation, backed away, his face pale with fear. Why was his boss so angry? Wasn't it the boss's order? Did they make any mistake? “Boss, I didn’t know! I...I...we...were ...Mike Sir..." he stuttered.

Finally, they arrived at the office and Alaric rapped on the closed door. “Come in,” a brusque, male voice ordered. Inside, the stern-looking man with a lined, weary face stood. He smiled at Alaric and they shook hands. Finally, Alaric introduced her. “This is Vanessa Spencer. Vanessa, this is my boss, Bobby Brown,” Bobby held out his hand and Vanessa took it. She liked that he kept his grip firm. She’d always hated men with limp handshakes. “Why don’t you both have a seat?” Returning to his chair, Bobby waited. “Are you here to turn yourself in, Mrs. Spencer?”

he rasped, “love to see you work The Pit, you arthritic son of bitch. Probably fall and break your neck, then find some way to blame it on one of us assholes . . . ” Bobby’s rant trailed off as his right foot caught on a steel beam hidden in the rusted jumble. He hopped on his left foot until he stepped on a pile of rusted chain. The links slid under his heel, toppling him backward. With a shout, arms wheeling, he fell sideways; sure he would impale himself on some jagged piece of metal as punishment for his slander against the scrap metal god of Clifton Heights . . .

The Boss tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes scanning through them. “So, what exactly were you chasing?” One of the goons fumbled for words. “Uh—there was a girl. Tiny thing. We thought maybe we should grab her, y’know… just in case she saw something.” The Boss’s gaze didn’t budge. “And what about the job I gave you?” “Bobby’s handling it, Boss! We just—” “You just what?, thought you could slack off,” the Boss interrupted, his voice turning cold. “Do I look like I’m paying you to screw around?”

they didn’t know how long has they been fighting, but they know that if help is not coming anytime soon, the 3rd ship will be lost. “Bobby!..Bobby!!!..snapped out of it!....”.(Reporter Vincent John) “What?…Boss…look!…these..these barbaric army…just wantonly massacred our people!…the common people!!…how can they do this?!…have they got no honour at all?!!..”.(Bobby The Cameraman) Only after he got slapped across the cheek, does Bobby came to reality, but he is still visibly shaken and furious at what had he seen just now, and his reaction is actually fairly normal.