How To Be A Great Boss Novels & Stories

Amazing, the Boss thought—but he made sure Gina didn't notice his appreciation of her. The Boss had long realized this was where Gina was most useful to the business. People were attracted to her. Whereas other VPs had to cultivate it over time—incurring substantial expenses for lunches, dinners, events, and gifts—business opportunity was just a byproduct of Gina's charm. She walked past people and she attracted business like a flame to moths. "Tomorrow—on a Sunday?" The Boss asked. "That’s what he said. Is that ok with you?" "Yes. Any day. Can you spare your Sunday?"

" Do you realize that you are my employee to write to and that you were for my father who I am yet to meet. " "One thing I do know for sure is that he is not a stuck-up as you are and as entitled as you are because you've had everything handed to you you haven't had to record for anything that you have right now everything you have has been handed to you and I get that you're ruthless when it comes to business and getting everything done or just perfect in the way you execute things but, you really need to work, on your people skills , you're very condescending to people you claim or employee is and I get that you're my new boss and everything but mind how you address me and mind how you tal

Looks like I will have to teach these simpletons a lesson. “Frankly guys, I feel a little bit offended. You waltz in here in the middle of the night with your guns, walking around like you own the place. You throw around orders and terrorise my staff. You shoot at me in my own home. Who is in charge of this little stunt? Where is your boss?” I ask. I wait, but I am literally met with just the sound of crickets chirping softly in the bushes.

My aunt has always told me that not everyone is the same. He tells me that I'm good at sales, and he would like to know the secret, as apparently, I have a lot of experience. With a smile on my face, I tell him that it's easy, the first thing you have to do is study the customer and act on what they like. "The boss was very lucky to hire you," he smiles, and I lower my gaze. "I'm glad to have you on the team, it's good that one more person is joining the cause of generating more commissions."

"Keep going." "I am a great team player and I am time conscious. I believe I am the best candidate for the job, especially with my great communication skills. And I will use my skills for the betterment of this company even if it's already leading in the top biggest companies in New York," I explained, catching my breath and hearing my heart pounding against the walls of my chest. "What's the difference between a leader and a boss?" He questioned, slowly thumbing through my file.

“A very important thing to note is Mr. Nathan’s food. The CEO is a big peanut butter fan!” “Wow.” “Yes. So, if you want to try getting on his good side, you should prepare peanut butter cookies for him. You could take them to him if he’s too busy and forget to eat. It would endear you to him during the assessment.” “Hm.” “Yes, and the boss despises people with body odor, so I suggest you try wearing some light perfume.” As she spoke, she looked up and down at me. “The cheap perfume you wore today is heavy. I don’t think the boss will like it.”

"It's the… management." He laughed, the sound genuine and sympathetic. "Ah. One of those bosses." I didn't answer immediately, because I wasn't about to explain that my boss didn't scream or threaten or throw tantrums like the stereotypical difficult supervisor. He didn't need to raise his voice to command attention, didn't need to make threats to ensure compliance. He just existed in a way that rearranged the air in any room he entered, shifted the gravitational pull until everyone else was orbiting around him whether they realized it or not.

"When my boss deems me worthy, I will be promoted." Dad paused, setting down his utensils to look at me directly. "Boss? I fail to understand why you are working under someone when you could be running the entire Clarins empire." "Dad, please. I enjoy working for the company. My boss is fantastic," I defended. He raised an eyebrow. "So you are content to use your talents to benefit someone else's company rather than your own?" "That's your company, not mine," I muttered under my breath. Shaking his head, Dad exhaled. "Anyway, tell me, how long do you plan to work there?"

Why stress over something that's not even your pay grade? Yeneth was taken aback. "So, you're saying I should just suck it up at work, no matter how much of a jerk the boss is?" Madeline was at a loss for words. "Well, not exactly. Sure, Trevon's a pain, but I've got to hand it to him. When it comes to running the show, he's got it down. That makes him a boss worthy of respect. A boss like that gives you the chance to really build something in your career."

"I was just thinking about what it would be like to work for you." He stops writing and stares at me, a surprised expression flits across his face. "And what do you think it would be like?" he asks. "I think it would be challenging," I say honestly. "But I also think it would be rewarding. You seem like the kind of boss who would push his employees to be their best." He smiles again. "That's my goal," he says. "I want to create an environment where people can succeed and reach their full potential." He replies before looking back at the paper and resuming what he is doing.