I Am The Boss Novels & Stories

But instead, they announced themselves. “Look here, we don’t take orders from you. We have our boss, your boss in case you forgot. Pharrell’s reign is soon to be over. Now, pull yourself together and tell me what to do with this little person” the one who seemed to be a boss replied. His tone was not friendly at all… ….

And there you have my boss, Dimitri, and Tommy staring at me intently like I'm a trophy. The other men are situated almost everywhere in the room and I believe outside the mansion too. I hold the railing tightly not to trip over it ‘cause that would be embarrassing. My boss is smiling halfway, probably thinking of the bittersweet things to do to me. Once I'm standing in front of my boss with a straight face, he speaks up. “Raven? We are running late, let’s move!” he sternly says to me like the employee that I am. Yeah, why did I expect a little ‘you look pretty’ from him when he's absolutely a Mafia boss and the CEO of one of the best companies?

She stopped lamenting when she heard a sob, then a man crying and stood confused for a few minutes, trying to think about her next course of action. She heard the sobbing sound grow closer and looked around quickly for a weapon to defend her, just in case. She rushed over and carried the fire extinguisher in her office when she heard her door knob click. She was about to spray the intruder but stopped mid-action when she saw it was her boss, the CEO of the company she worked for, Leon Phenoix. Stephanie stood stupefied for a few seconds before asking, “Wha..what? What are you doing here, sir? Are you alright?

I needed to know. "Promise me you'll agree to this without thinking so much?" I hesitantly nodded my head and Amelia grinned. She pointed at the man, making me look back at him. "This is my boss. He owns this club," she said and crossed her arms. "So, he's in charge around here." I nodded in understanding and waited for her to tell me about this job as I was getting impatient. If I had to start tonight, I would. Amelia sighed. "Jackie, I am a... What's a mild word for it?"

"Alice? Alice!" My boss called my name, trying to regain my attention. I looked at him, a bit spacey. My gaze was focused on him, but my thoughts were elsewhere. "Did you hear what I said?" "What?" I was completely distracted. "Huh... Yeah..." I closed my eyes slightly, trying to recall his words. Without success. The only thing I could remember had to do with Mr. Scott's son and nothing else. "Alice?" He frowned, looking at me suspiciously.

She turned to Dennis and said, “Dennis, this is my boss, Mr Justin Gerano.” Justin raised an eyebrow when he heard Jasmine introduce him as her boss. The events of the past two months showed that they were past the boss to employee relationship but it seemed that Jasmine didn’t feel the same way and it hurt him a little bit to know that. Dennis stood up from his seat and approached Justin with a smile on his face. “Nice to meet you," he said and stretched out his hand to Justin. "Hmmm," Justin simply said and took his hand. There was no way he was going to lie and say that he was also happy to see Dennis.

I feel like I'm meeting my boss on my first day of work. Wait, I AM meeting my boss. It IS my first day of work. But you get what I mean.

e ego. I yanked my arm free from his iron grip and turned to face him fully. I was looking small in front of him due to his bulky and tall frame but this is not going to intimidate me. I lifted my chin confidently and looked into his eyes with equal fervor. "You are full thirty minutes late!" "Keep your eyes low and stay within your limits" he admonished me. "Who are you to decide my limits?" I cocked my eyebrow. "I am your boss, you work under me. Don't forget that I can bring you on streets within a snap of my fingers" his jaw clenched tightly.

Just like that, every pleasant feeling disappeared. I straightened in my chair and forced myself to open the next file on my desk. No. Whatever this was, it had to stop. Lucas was my boss, nothing more. And that was exactly how it needed to stay.

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.