Novel & Cerita Hotshot Boss By Shandi Boyes

she rushed out, grabbing at Bianca and Sana's wrist. "You're right and if your boss's mood lightens up a bit, you can put in a word for us, you know, just beg him not reconsider firing us if we don't meet up with his stipulated profit margin" Sana got out, and Sophia nodded, but she couldn't concentrate. She played the night over and over again, knowing that she had slipped up somewhere, she just hoped the god-damned cameras didn't pick up her face.

she replied with a smile. “ Food date it is then" he pumped his fists in the air turning in the radio as 'Show Me' by the Nigerian artiste Joeboy played while they sang to the song on top of their voices. "Lady I dey call you to answer Baby me I want to pamper You today Gimme chance me I no go used you play Oh na na an Make our body join body tonight And I wan know if e dey possible (oh oh) I wanna put my hands on your waist

Bloody Lucas Jones! The car comes to a stop and Sandy gets out first followed by the annoying Rosey. I don’t usually call people names but Rosey is a slut, warriors, my gamma, and my beta have tapped that. Now she is trying her luck with me, the filthy rat! Sandy smiles at me and comes in her a hug. I hug her briefly but my eyes are glued on Shannon.

} {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.

Cassie complied, her expression reflecting a mix of emotions as they shifted their attention to the television. As the news headlines revealed Anderson's new role as the owner of the largest business enterprise, and his true identity as Bash Myers, Cassie and her mother watched in astonishment. "Oh wow, this sweet boy has finally achieved his goal," her mother exclaimed, a wide smile lighting up her face.

The buckshot grazed the very top of his scalp, leaving a bloody trench in his hair before obliterating the marble statue standing ten feet behind him. Chunks of destroyed stone rained down on the grass. The other two local bosses scrambled backward into the dirt, coughing through the dust cloud. Noah cracked the shotgun open. The smoking shells ejected, hitting the cobblestone. After tossing the empty weapon back onto the rack, he walked forward, grabbed the bearded boss by the lapels of his hunting jacket, and threw him flat onto his back. Noah planted his heavy combat boot directly on the man's chest, pinning him to the earth.

"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.