Hotshot Boss By Shandi Boyes Novels & Stories

Sophia asked, noticing the handsome guys strolling around. "I hired them" Sana answered, all smug. "But they all seem to be paired up which is partly your fault since you decided to show up late. So, tell us, who's your new boss?" Sophia watched them as they all looked at her eagerly. "The director. Mr. Lennox Ray" she answered. Bianca choked on her drink. Sana and Andria gaped at her with wide-open eyes. "The beast? Girl, you're in for a tough time. He's had like a hundred assistants, yeah I am exaggerating the numbers, but guess how long they lasted, the next freaking day."

} {My monster father showed up at the mansion and the crazy bitch from last night turned out to be the girl who applied for the secretary position} {Holy shit!! Tell me you didn't chase her out} {I did!} {Fuck! You fucked up big time bro} {What?} {C'mon Cardo, this is your opportunity to see her pant, just act nice to her and then bling bling you're in} {What? you want me to act nice for some cheap girl?} {C'mon Cardo get over your cockiness, get her back to the company and try to play the cool head and when she finally falls for you can continue with your disgusting nonchalant attitude}

"And in the end, I'm your boss! You should respect me!" Head down, Samantha responded: "I'm sorry, boss." When I thought Joshua wouldn't say anything else, he surprised us by saying, "You're fired." My eyes immediately widened in surprise. "W-What?" Samantha said, surprised. "Get your things and leave." "B-But... Joshua!"

The shift manager said respectfully, “My name is Shane Hoffman, but you can just call me Hoffman.” Brandon’s gaze turned slightly solemn when he said, “Mr. Hoffman, this boy slandered me. Have your security team here punish and throw him out!” Shane took a glance at Kayson, and his gaze turned ferocious instantly. “Boy, how dare you offend Mr. Jaycox? It’s your fault for seeking your own demise. Remember to watch yourself when you’re out from now on.” Kayson’s expression remained calm, and he paid no attention to them. Shyla believed in Kayson but did not wish to make a scene out of this situation.

The leather seat was cold and somehow, Chad seated next to her made the entire air freaking hot. Her boss was none other than Chad Steele, billionaire heir and Playboy of the city. He was a ruthless businessman and a cassanova. Chad Steele wasn't one to settle for anything, not even in business. Woman fell all over him and he had his daily pick. When Olivia had gotten an appointment letter from Steele Inc, she'd made herself a promise to stay away from her boss, but clearly fate has other plans. Somehow, she ended up his secretary after the last one resigned without reason and now, the very man she planned to avoid was in her face 24/7.

"I don't know who it is. I never met him. We talked on the phone." I look around the dark room to see that my men have formed a circle around us. I point at this idiot with my gun. "This is the most cliché set of circumstances I've seen. Wouldn't you all agree?" I turn my attention back to the guy. "Let me guess, Bob gave you like 50K or something?" "A hundred," he grimaces as he turns his head to spit.

“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.

“I know it must be killing you.” I turned around and opened the little fireplace in the wall. “They say you can't feel more than one emotion at once,” I said, putting on the gloves. “One must surpass the other.” I picked up the glowing red rod from the furnace. “Hearing your screams bounce off the walls of this room would do just the trick.” I walked back to him, waving the rod in front of his face. He leaned back, his eyes widening in fear. “Look, I was hired,” he screamed. “That person you killed did most of the work. I don't even know what was inside the fucking video.”

I shouted before slamming her against the wall and a loud gasp escaped from her lips as she wasn't prepared for that. She glared at me after composing herself, "Who do you think you are to tell me that? You are not my boss, Shane." I smirked letting out a small chuckle, "I think you forgot who the boss is. You want me to remind you again?" I licked my lips as my gaze darted towards her lips. Her lips quivered under my gaze, as my lips almost touching hers reminding me of how delicious they are and how they fit perfectly over mine. She took deep breaths, "Don't play with fire, Shane. You don't know who you are dealing with." She smirked, trying so hard to show the hard side of her.

It sounded like a shooting range. Gunfire cracked loud enough to rattle the line, and someone nearby shouted excitedly: [10.9, 10.9, bullseye. Shadow Boss is insane…] Rachel dug her nails into her palm, forcing herself to swallow her fear, and spoke as if taking a gamble. “Boss… can you come home with me? I… I can pay you. Whatever it takes.” Pay? Tim’s interest flickered. He moved somewhere quieter, his voice turning lazy and amused.