Novel & Cerita I Used To Be The Boss

And, I bet that it's more than a hundred words. This is just so effin' great! A bossy, perfectionist, arrogant, and a bit of a jerk for a boss... I'm gonna be enjoying this for sure. Damn!

he barked. “I’m sorry, boss. My car broke down, and it was hard getting a cab,” I explained, trying to keep my composure. “Oh, spare me the excuses!” he shouted. “You know what? I’m not doing this with you anymore. You’re fired!” “What?” I gasped, stunned. “Please, boss, it won’t happen again. I promise,” I begged, eyes pleading. “No,” he snapped. “Get out. I don’t ever want to see you in this building again!”

Such a brave girl. “And why is that?” “I just find it inappropriate to live with my bosses.” She put forth plainly. “And in that pretty little head of yours, you still think we have a simple boss-employee relationship? Honey, are you talking about the very same bosses who know every inch of your body, who know how your moans sound like when they pound into you; who know how your face looks like when your body trembles from the pleasure that they bring to you. You mean those bosses? We might as well as put a ring on your finger because you are ours.”

“No. You’re going to stay. You’ll work for me. Just like I once worked for you. You used me to grow your company. Now, I’ll use you to grow mine.” The words hit me harder than a slap. Around us, I could hear the whispers again—shock, disbelief, even a few muffled laughs. To them, I wasn’t the confident, untouchable Hayes anymore. I was just a man brought to his knees, begging at the feet of the woman I once scorned. I wanted to disappear. “Get up,” she said quietly, but the command carried weight. I scrambled to my feet, nodding frantically. “Yes, of course. Thank you, Hannah. Thank you, boss.”

He teased. "No one is an island, you just have to accept the fact that atimes in life you'll need help. So go on, I'm listening." I added, almost in a stern tone. "Are you forgetting something here!" He asked, with a smirk on his face. "What is that?" I asked, pasting a curious look on my face. "The fact that I'm your boss! You seem to have thrown that out the window, when it's not supposed to be the case." He said.

"She doesn't give the orders here. Don't you know who I am? I'm your boss-" "Not anymore," I interjected. His stunned look was like salve to my wounded ego. "I just bought this mall."

I don’t know why I feel this way. ** Yesterday, I was invisible, slaving away at a company that didn’t value me. Today, I stand tall, and respected in ways I never thought I'd earn. A month has passed since I joined Corleone Company, and I'm still in awe of the turn my life has taken. My new boss saw a spark in me that I didn’t realize was there. “Outline my schedule for today, Katniss,” my boss commanded, eyes barely lifting from the reports in front of him.

But still, I continued my ugly ass speech. "They are all employed for their looks, but for me, I was used for what I've upstairs. Boss, you need me because I'm competent enough to manage your work standards. You've to get used to me, Boss, because I need the pay, and I'm not going anywhere." I breathe out—Father lord. What have I just done? Did I challenge the boss that he can't do anything with me being his ugly Secretary here? I swallow hard his dumbfounded face.

She thought to herself. In her previous job, she had encountered challenging bosses and demanding clients, but none had been quite as vexing as Chase. From the moment she started working with him, she realised that her professional life was about to take a tumultuous turn. Chase was the boss with an impressive track record, and the company's success seemed to rest heavily on his shoulders. However, his management style was far from what Amaya had anticipated. He was bossy, often giving orders without considering the practicality or workload involved. His decisions were fickle and frequently changed, leaving Amaya and the rest of the executive team in a state of constant flux.

Because I'd gotten cocky with the wrong person. I splashed water on my face, gripping the edges of the sink whilst staring at my reflection; My eyes were red-rimmed and my face looked pale. The Boss wasn't just a fixer, he's a monster, a ruthless, barbaric one who knows things he shouldn't. I knew he was crazy and a psycho but to this extent? Never…I never imagined. What had I gotten into? I'd thought he was a tool, someone to use and discard. But he had me on a leash now. One tug, and more people died. Kianna? Dad? Or my family?