Italian Word For Boss Novels & Stories

We have been following him and we noticed he does not have a partner. "Va bene, continua a seguire lui e assicurarsi che nessuno si chiude nulla." (Okay, continue following him and ensure that no one spills anything.) "Alright, Boss." *******

There, he and his three sisters worked the magic, and let the guests watch how the dough was processed before it became the superb pasta they were going to have. The Boss had heard of this excellent little Italian place and one day asked his secretary to get him the gnocchi. It came to his desk in a standard packaging—a plain container with a simple sticker of the restaurant's name—but what was in it The Boss found exceptional. He believed that once somebody could make gnocchi that well, being excellent overall should be taken for granted. So he paid the place a visit—he had his driver queued for him for an hour before he was seated uncomfortably at the small table with three other guests wh

And I saw the figure of a very handsome man, he looks older than my age but doesn't seem too far from our age gap. He's really handsome and very masculine, a mix of the Italian and Greek faces that my boss had previously told me about. He has extraordinary charisma and is handsome, but he also has an aura of terrifying cruelty. The handsome man also looks very angry at me, he holds my face tightly and makes me very scared. "I'm Riccardo Palermo! I'm the leader of the Palermo mafia and no one is allowed to enter our area! Or you will end up dying after this, for having dared to enter my territory!"

"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.

“Alright, let's go!” Few minutes, They halt at the office of their overall Boss. Every woman in the company can't stop talking about how handsome the man is. "You can come in now!" Signora Cruz voiced out immediately she steps out from the office of the big boss. She bows at her as she taps on her shoulder. Yemi slowly walks in still bowing at the presence of the man. What a coincidence, the CEO has the same name and surname as the owner's son of the company. Piersilvio Berlusconi! I wonder what kind of person he is. She thoughts.

, Evan butted his way into my attention span. I reluctantly turned away, a smirk dancing across my lips as I noticed the red blush that had crept onto Lana's cheeks. Evan mentioned something about a meeting to Lana, but I had already zoned out again. I was thinking about how excited I am to begin my work, and find more excuses to meet with this beauty of a boss I had been employed to work under. Evan led me to an office that was only a short walk away from Lana's. "So this office is yours. The last person who had this job was a total nutcase so please save my balls and be completely normal... Lana would literally grate my nuts over a rusty cheesegrater if we hired anymore inept donkeys as sh

His second in command Franco looked up from his computer and grinned at him. ‘Sembra che tu abbia bisogno di un Boss di rilascio’ [You look like you need a release Boss] Romero grimaced, ‘Cosa abbiamo?’ [What do we have?] Franco’s grin widened, ‘Vieni proprio in questo modo Boss’ [Come right this way Boss]

I'm sorry boss{italian}) "che mano era?" I ask, ignoring him. "Per favore capo" I ignore him once again, slicing his right arm open. His screams begging for mercy. (Translation:Which hand was it?) "Capo dovrei scoprire chi è la rosa nera?" (Boss should I find out who black rose is?) One of my men asks, coming forward. "I already know who she is."

The man immediately jogged towards the girls and started counting them. The man came and nodded at their boss saying "quanto abbiamo chiesto al capo." (Translation : As much we asked boss.) The boss moved his keen gaze to the men and finally uttered in his cold voice "Non cercare di contrariarmi o conosci le conseguenze." (Translation: Do not try to cross me or you know the consequences.)

And the oldest, Giacomo, grey temples, Roman accent thick as supplì—his own countryman, inside for life since the Banda della Magliana days. They watched Vito the way wolves watch a new dog enter the pen. Giacomo flicked his cigarette away and walked over, slow, no hurry. “Vito Andolini,” he said, voice low. “They told me the Boss finally arrived. Thought you’d be taller.” Vito met his eyes. “They told you wrong. I’m not the boss of anything anymore.” Giacomo smiled without warmth. “In here, everyone’s something. Question is what you’re willing to pay to become it again.”