How Dare You Fire Me Does Your Father Know Novels & Stories

“If you fire him, I’ll resign. I’ll walk away from the company. From you.” His face reddened. “Emma” “I mean it. I’ve spent my life doing what you wanted. Attending your schools, preparing to run your empire, keeping my mouth shut. Not anymore.” Silence.Long. Suffocating. My father turned to Killian, a bitter scowl etched into his features.“You better be worth all this, son.” Then he left. The door clicked shut. And all I could do was collapse onto the couch, heart pounding. Killian’s POV

Adora held the phone away from her ear, letting her father’s furious shouting run its course. Once the yelling subsided, she brought it back and said calmly, “What’s done is done. Yelling won’t change that. Where’s my snake?” “The fire department killed it!” “Killed it?” Her eyes widened as fury flared in her voice. “Who gave you the right to do that?” “Adora Matthews! Do you even see me as your father anymore? What kind of attitude is that?”

So why do your employees talk during the smoke break about you sleeping with the Mob? - What? - That's exactly what you heard. Do you think no one knows who you are working for? - Regardless, you are so rebellious against your father, but at the first opportunity, you throw out the “what if I call my daddy." shit. - I didn't say that. - You used your father's name to scare him. - I didn't mention my father's name. - Don't act like a fool, David. You know well that, without using your father's name, you explained exactly who your father was. Fuck, this is going to cost me clients, and your father won't like it at all. Fuck. We go back up, and I shrug my shoulders and pick up the documents I w

He knocked on the door. "Tasha! Tasha! Open the door. I want to speak to you. I am going to stand here all day until you answer." "Fuck!" I pulled open the door a crack and glared at him. "What?" "Why aren't you at work?" "I got fired." I tried to shut the door, but he put his foot in it, preventing it from closing. He pushed it back open. "Who fired you?," he asked. "Your mother, as if you did not know. You probably put her up to it."

“I stand by what I said, Carmen. Let me make something clear - you are not my girlfriend. Your father requested that I treat you kindly, and that's all I'm doing. You need to stop pretending to be my partner” “Just so you know, your father will not be pleased when he sees the video of you attacking someone. I am leaving now”, he added. “Talk about having dinner in peace” he muttered to himself and walked out of the diner “Marcus. Marcus, wait up.” Carmen called out to him as she followed him. Wow. Dramatic much. My night could not get any better. Or worse. As I made my way home, the words "You're fired" echoed in my mind, like a never-ending nightmare. It wasn't the first time I had heard th

The room remained painfully silent, nobody daring to interrupt whatever dark thought was forming inside his head, while I stood frozen between him and Adrian, my chest rising and falling in panic. Then finally, my father laughed softly under his breath. The sound sent chills through me instantly. “You know,” he said calmly, loosening the cuff of his expensive suit jacket with a terrifying composure, “for a second there, I actually considered firing you.” My stomach dropped. I turned toward Adrian immediately, but his expression still didn’t change. My father continued pacing slowly around the room, his polished shoes clicking softly against the marble floor as though this was nothing more th

His words flew with anger. “Of course not. But I need to know what your motive is. I have a reason to bring Damien down. He killed my father. What freaking reasons do you have?” I yelled back. “There has to be something. If you won't be totally honest with me, then we should not work together. If you won't tell me, you can kiss my ass goodbye.” I grabbed my clutch and stormed out of his apartment. “He killed my mother!” He yelled after me, and my feet halted in shock. My eyes widened, and my legs almost crumbled on the floor.

Williams locked the car. "If you don't behave like my good girl, I'll fire you. Then, tomorrow, you'll have to explain to your father why you're no longer employed.” My heart thundered in my chest at the prospect of having to tell Dad I was let go. "What do you want?" I asked him, drawing my lips down. He pointed to his cock.

A fact Jamie was probably a tad too young to remember. “Dad, I need you to do something for me,” Jamie said. “Anything,” Dad smiled widely at his son. “I need you to fire someone who works at your factory,” Jamie said. “What?” Dad frowned. “Erm… what?” “I want you to fire a woman called Moira. It’s not that difficult, is it?” Jamie asked. “Moira?” Dad said with misty eyes as though he was thinking deeply. “She’s a good worker. Never late. Never takes the piss on breaks. Why would I fire her?”

Did she just dare to call me a cunt? "Listen to me bitch, I don't care how the hell you got the job, whether you slept with my father," gross I hope she didn't, "someone else from the headboard. Or your super daddy paid a great fund to get you into this business, if you don't do your work decently I will fire you personally."