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

I shouted. Maris took a step back and her eyes slid away. "It was an accident. Who knew your father would be so fragile? Grayson said if you keep quiet, he'll pay five hundred thousand a year in support until your father dies. "He'll also get you a decent job after graduation. Isn't that better than struggling on your own?" I shook with rage and tore the words from my throat. "Maris, my father once praised you as smart, kind, and full of spark. If you have any decency left, expose Grayson!"

“You say that but if I tell you the truth you may doubt me anyway.” “Try me.” He shrugged his shoulders and came out with it. “Your precious father. He fired me.” He stopped himself from explaining any further. She looked at him torn. Torn between refuting the fact and whether or not she should believe him. Emma jean started to worry her lower lip. Kenji could see the wheels in her head turning. Trying to come to some understanding. He just waited patiently until she was ready to speak. “You didn’t say why. Why would my daddy fire you?”

His security looked, but then pretended not to notice me. "You are late Son." My dad said staring out his huge office window. He pointed to the bar of bourbon and glasses to offer me a drink. I walked over fighting the temptation to just take the bottle. I didn't speak while filling my glass as far as I could without it spilling over. The taste was caramel, smooth, and expensive. Only the best for Mr. Lorcane. I felt sick. "Why are you late?" He said walking to the bar himself glancing at my cup with judgement. " Something happened on campus and I was making sure all was okay before continuing the trip," I said not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. "The fire?" How did he know about

“Where is his father? Why didn’t he come for you after the fire?” “I work for you and I respect you, and I am scared I will never ever get to see my son again because you will never let me leave your home again, for every truth about me, I deserve to know a little about you too.” I whispered. I didn’t hear him speak, when I felt his hand softly touch my face and he forced me to stare at him, his eyes were softly on mine and my breath hitches. “How about for every truth, I let you live and I don’t think of hurting your son.”

"Max come on___" "Do you know how ridiculous you sounded? Mumbling your f*cking 'mumbo- jambo' sh*t about being worried sick about me? And love? You f*cking disgust me!" "Oh come on Max! You haven't even stayed an hour in this place! Your father is Michael f*cking Carlisle! I knew you wouldn't have stayed detained for long... your father would have immediately bailed you out... and he has! Me on the other hand, I'm a nobody... my father's a nobody! If I got caught, I wouldd have had nobody to bail me___"

“Don’t insult me by pretending I didn’t.” “He disrespected me,” my father says simply. I blink. “What?” Both of them ignore me. “He’s your son,” my mom says, her voice cracking now. “Not one of your employees, or someone you get to control with fear.” “If fear is what keeps him focused…” “No,” she cuts in sharply. “No, we are not doing that. You don’t get to justify this.” “You think I enjoy this?” my father fires back, his tone rising for the first time. “You think I want to do this?”

I went downstairs with Dante. The car door opened, and my father stepped out without hurrying. He wore a dark tailored suit and held a lit cigar between his fingers, its thin smoke drifting across his sharply defined face. He wasn't openly threatening, but every step he took carried the weight of the whole family. He came straight to me and looked me over carefully. "Vincent," my father said in a low, heavy voice. "Father," I answered. He put a hand on my shoulder as the tip of his cigar brightened, then dimmed.

Kayla was already growling as we got out of the car and could hear Denise shouting more clearly. “YOU GOT ME FIRED!!! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! I GAVE YOU SIX MONTHS OF MY LIFE, AND YOU GET ME FIRED AND TELL EVERYONE YOU ARE GETTING ENGAGED!!!???” Denise was screeching. “YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! OPEN THIS DOOR, YOU COWARD!” She pounded on the door before becoming aware of us standing there when dad cleared his throat. “Miss, I don’t know who you are….” Dad started to be polite about it.

the silky voice of Mr DiCaprio resonated from the other side of the phone. " there is nothing to think about . my answer still remain the same nothing and no one will change my mind. I won't be your lover not in this lifetime or next so get over your self. By tomorrow I will be looking for a job somewhere else. So guess what I quiet Mr DiCaprio. You didn't fire me, no....because I quiet! " "I like how you think this is over but guess what. If you don't agree to me then you have to watch your father lose his business. how do you like that?" he spoke in confidence.

Theodore My cock was still hard enough to pound nails like a hammer. Blood should have been rushing through every part of me, hands, brain, anywhere useful. Instead it pooled stubbornly below my belt while my daughter stood in my office demanding I fire the woman whose pussy I could still taste on my tongue. How the hell does a man even end up in this kind of a pickle? "Daddy, are you even listening?" Serena's voice climbed higher. "I said I want her job."