Millie From Hell Of A Boss Novels & Stories

This had already been going to be a pretty crummy day, and it felt like so far, I hadn't even gone half of the day. I sighed and pinched my nose bridge half expecting Cassie to call me… "MILLIE!!!" She screamed my name. And I was right. I almost cried internally at the kind of boss I'm stuck with.

He yells and my hand twists the knob opening the door revealing my dad sitting in a chair behind his desk and a tall, handsome man stands next to him. If I knew Leo was his boss I would have never come here. My heart starts pounding in my chest and my mind once again goes back to the events which happened last night. Leo... "Thank you for the lunch honey" He said. I try my best not to make eye contact with Leo. He doesn't even seem slightly bothered or shocked that I'm here he just stands there eyeing up my body. " Melanie, this is my boss, Mr. Leonard Salvador, he owns this company hence the name SALVADOR ENTERPRISE" I put on a fake smile at Leo "

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The tall and sturdy man who had tried to get hold of Darcy was waiting for his boss in the suite where they were supposed to bring Darcy but had failed in their mission. His men were standing nervously as they knew they were in deep trouble. Suddenly the door opened and they looked at their boss who walked in. He looked at them angrily and said. “Where is Darcy?” The leader of the gang came forward and spoke. “Boss Melvin a stranger took her away.” Bamm !! He was kicked ruthlessly and he fell a few meters away and all the others who were standing around him panicked.

’’ She throws out the banana peel and hurries off. While I am drinking my coffee, Millie comes back. Looking radiant in a yellow sundress that clings to her body and I notice that she isn’t wearing a bra. ‘’Are you ready to go?’’ She nods.

“So that’s it? You’re willing to strip for a job scrubbing floors and fetching drinks?” Millie held his gaze. “Unlike you, Mr. Moretti, I wasn’t born with the luxury of pride. I’ve done worse than this to survive.” He leaned a little closer. “Is that supposed to impress me?” “No,” she replied calmly. “I’m not here to impress you. I’m here to earn my paycheck, get out, and never look back.” He cocked his head. “Big dreams. And this performance—is it part of the escape plan?”

Roman was pretending not to care, but the smirk on his face gave him away. "What's with the suit, Mila?" I couldn't help but ask, a grin spreading across my face. Mila puffed up her chest, a serious expression on her face. "I'm the boss today, Axel." Roman snorted, unable to contain himself. "The boss of what, exactly?" "The boss of everything!" Mila declared, hands on her hips. "Alright, Boss Mila," I said, still chuckling. "What's our first order of business?"

“Believe me, I can explain. Please.” “You are responsible for my brother’s death…” the boss kept repeating the same statement, slowly taking his steps closer while Mila was also taking a step backward. Mila’s feet hit a stone, and she fell her back to the ground. “It’s not me.” She screamed. “I will-” the boss screamed with his right hand already set up to hit her, but Elsie’s question came from behind. “When did you turn to this?” He veered around, and seeing Elsie standing behind her with her hands crossed over her chest, stylishly bending to the left a bit, his eyes furrowed. “Elsie?!” He was amazed.

It’s the same goddamn feeling—the crushing weight of eyes boring into me, of knowing that every move will be judged, dissected, mocked. Millie doesn’t freeze, though. She snatches the microphone off the ground, taps it once, then shouts into it, her voice slicing through the commotion like a knife. “Will you assholes shut off your damn cameras!” Some people actually pause, lowering their phones, but the murmurs don’t stop. Millie glares at the crowd, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself. “That’s right. You’re all fucked-up creatures,” she spits into the mic. “You don’t care who you hurt as long as you’ve got your goddamn entertainment for the night, huh?”

Crossing her hands on her chest, Millie groaned, “Carmen come on, you handled that lunatic boss at the PR firm for two years without murdering him. You’re practically a saint.” “That’s simply because he doesn’t have the body of an Olympic god and an ego which equates to the size of Texas,” I counter. “So you're finally admitting Maddox has the body of an Olympic god.” She grinned, nudging my side but I kept a straight face. “That’s not the point.” Feigning not to understand the point I was trying to make, Millie intertwined her hand with mine. “Here’s the deal, if you apply and get called in for an interview, you owe me…” She darted her eyes around, clearly searching for the most outrageous