Novel & Cerita How Tall Is Mammon Helluva Boss

“I don’t care what you're doing now, Alex. I want you to get me all of the files, NOW!” Michael shouted as he looked at his semi-buff assistant looking at him with nervous eyes. The guy was five feet and probably nine inches tall, and he had a nice build, but he was a wimp when it came to his boss.

"So, what's going to be your answer? Come on, man, if you won't hook on him, I will! And I will steal your child so that we will have a happy family!" I throw her a deadly look before finally giving up. This girl is really getting into my nerves. "He's a hot looking man. And he looks rich. A guy beside him, I don't know -- a personal bodyguard, maybe? -- calls him Boss. And he's like... Six and a half foot tall... or more?" "Oh my God! Adonis!" she squealed and I quickly gently pushed her back to her position for work. I went back into waiting for the customer and Angie scoots back over to my side.

She stops at the head of the table. “Good day gentleman. You can all stand up. The Boss will be entering now” she says and her voice sounds familiar but I just cannot place where I have heard it before. The Boss enters the room with a black cloak covering his face. He walks around the room and takes the seat at the head of the table, right below the vent where Lilliana and I are hiding. The Boss places his hands on the arm rests and I notice a ring on his left small- finger. Johnny has told me about these rings, he has one just like it. The rings are a symbol of your position and rank as a Mafia boss. This Boss has the same symbol on his ring that Johhny has. It carries the engraving of a fa

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."

One of the women beamed in happiness. “The handsome boss "Derek Shepherd" “Woah, even his name sounded sexy “Shepherd.” “He has a rectangular face.” “And a broad forehead.” “Oh my, his eyes are so deep and black.” The woman kept praising the new boss and somehow his praises made my mind reverse back to that charming man I met the night before, and who occupied my dreams lately. Seems like the new Boss is also a More than Ten? “Oh my, his eyes are so deep and black.”

“Mr. West will see you now.” My heart pounded as I stepped into the massive office. There were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and behind a large black desk stood the man himself. “Ryder West.” I whispered to myself. He was so tall…maybe 6 '6…with broad shoulders strained against his tailored black suit as he stood completely still, watching me enter. His head tilted slightly to the side slowly like a predator sizing up whether I was worth the chase. His dark hair framed an extremely handsome face. But it was his eyes that pinned me in place. They were golden-amber, they tracked every small movement I made. I felt like an ant compared to him.

The horrors of what I had experienced were still burning vividly in my mind. In the past, I excitedly went on stage to receive the prize. I wanted to use that money to get my mother a new phone. But Vincent suddenly announced that he had doubled the prize because my performance last year was outstanding. In the end, I received $6,000. But before I could feel happy, Cathy egged me on to treat them, and Vincent threatened to fire me if I ruined the mood. In the end, I had to pay for the Christmas meal that Vincent had preordered, and I paid an additional $50,000.

As I neared the corner, the sound of a sharp, screeching voice made me stop dead in my tracks. "I don't care about your stupid company policy!" the voice yelled, slamming a manicured hand onto the marble desk. "I want these documents reprinted on premium linen paper immediately!" Standing there was Barbara Monroe, Dante's former fiancée, dressed in expensive designer clothes and yelling at the secretary. She wore a tailored white dress that looked like it cost more than my entire year's salary, and her blonde hair was styled perfectly. The poor secretary looked like she was on the verge of tears, her hands trembling as she adjusted her headset. "I'm so sorry, Ms. Monroe, but our executive pr

The two sturdy men approached Mama Sarah with their intimidating body structure, their heights over 170 cm, with large hands. Mama Sarah looked calm and stood resolutely before the three of them “Fatty, you should be happy, I am making you look handsome” she said while looking at Boss Cool. Boss Cool's face was red with anger, “beat her up, why are you watching her talk nonsense?” he berated the two underground boxers he hired. The two of them were a bit surprised that Mama Sarah wasn't even showing a bit of anxiety when facing the two of them.

"It's Bambi." It would be lovely to touch it. "Oh, nice," he said instead, then finished his drink. Physically, Roy himself was Gina’s counterpart. He was quite handsome and with broad shoulders that tapered to a lean waist and a powerful core. Muscular yet lean, a disciplined gym-goer with teasing, clear blue eyes who walked with an air of arrogance; knowing the full effect of his looks which did things to the female population. At times, though, Gina caught him with a dull facial expression. Something that never happened with The Boss.