Hurry Before The Boss Catches Us Novels & Stories

“Does that guarantee your incompetence? Do you know that your mistake can cost the boss's life and…? Before he could finish his sentence, his phone abruptly interrupted him. The ringtone blared loudly, cutting through the tension in the room. Nathan's eyes narrowed as he answered the call, his voice laced with impatience. “What?!” “We've searched everywhere, but there's no trace of the boss.” the voice on the other end of the line relayed the grim news. Nathan's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, threatening to suffocate him. He knew that time was running out, that every second wasted could mean the difference between lif

If not for the fear of his boss coming after them, he would not have rushed there urgently. “F*ck, could it be?” —

I feel very bad, I have a horrible urge to vomit every time I see the digital numbers move at an incredible speed in the timer. I see the boss shouting with all his strength, begging the agents to finish with the bomb. He’s scared, afraid to die when he has more pending projects. Fourteen seconds, thirteen seconds...

"Let's wait for the boss to tell us what to do. Aren't they looking for new ways in and out? We'll discuss a plan once they find a new passage." "How much fucking longer is that going to take? Ugh, this is pissing me off! I'm going to go blow off some steam." "What steam? The boss was just telling us to be careful from now on. We can't let our guard down. If anyone finds this place, we're screwed."

The stakes were high, and any miscalculation could have dire consequences. After what felt like an eternity, Bruno finally joined us, his presence a welcome relief. "I apologize for coming late, boss," he said, his voice laced with sincerity. I nodded in acknowledgment, appreciating his humility. Time was of the essence, and we couldn't afford any missteps.

I threw the envelope into the case and walked back to Boss, who snapped his fingers. “Go.” He told the man who stood behind him all the time. “What is it?” The men and I pestered. “A car was seen parading this environment about an hour ago.” He announced, looking at our faces. “What car?” Someone asked. “You bought a new car, in case you have forgotten.” “Shut up, you idiot,” Boss snapped. “You men will leave the premises and return when I ask you too, I have a feeling we are not safe anymore.”

Vicky stuttered as she wasn't sure if her answer was right to what she thought was her boss waiting for her to say. "Good!" Lucien blurted happily. "We will be out for lunch in five minutes. Please bring the bag over in three. Thanks, Vicky!" Vicky Reed got his message loud and clear this time. Her boss just told her to hurry up. Giving her specific time to do the task means he is in a hurry.

But I’d rather be safe than sorry. “There’s no time to waste, we have to move fast. The boss has arrived but he’s in a meeting with his cohorts. They always have that meeting and it usually lasts for at least an hour and half. Today can’t be any different..” “So you’re saying the coast is clear and I can escape?” The old lady shook her head and pinched the space between her brows. “You’ve never been to an estate before? Ever heard of surveillance cameras?

Instead, they went down to their floors. "Like always, our boss is ten steps ahead of us. How do you think he might have found out about this before anyone us could?" one of the newly hired mangers mused loudly. The CFO smiled. "Our boss is sharper and can smell a rat before the said rat could decide to bite us" he replied. They are relieved that this crisis which would have become a catastrophe was averted.

She knew she had to act fast, but she wasn't sure what to do. "Do you have any idea what the boss is going to say when he finds out about this?" Sarah asked, her voice dripping with anger. "He's going to be furious! We're all going to be in so much trouble!" The men shifted uncomfortably, their faces pale. They knew Sarah was right - the boss would not be happy about this. "How are we going to do it?" one of the men asked, his voice trembling. Sarah glared at him, her eyes narrowing. "We're going to fix this," she said, her tone firm.