Miracle Pill Maker Bullies The Boss Novels & Stories

I said boss works like a spirit I limped towards him and he held me up "What happened to you"he asked Boss and his questions "I was shot "I said making my way inside ignoring the stares from the others They all feel like boss has a soft spot for me more than them In their dreams They don't know the rigorous training I had to take when I got here Boss interrogated me because he claimed that he doesn't want a female here "Miranda"I heard my name being called and I jolted out of my reverie Will continue my talk later I turned to see Sam the personal doctor here calling me

“What is your boss trying to do to me? Are you sure you are taking the right person? I'm Elsie Miller, I've got nothing to do with your boss." “Yes, exactly, Ms. Elsie Miller. You are wanted by our boss.” I’m speechless and I don’t have any idea what to do in this situation. I don't know how I'm getting into this. As far as I remember, I've never offended anyone. I need to figure out how to get away from this situation.

I said, looking back at my phone. “What am I hearing here, huh? You like this mafia Don, don't you?” She asked while squinting her eyes and smiling at me. I felt my cheeks get warm but denied it. “He is my boss, Vicky.” I said seriously, but my face wasn't helping at all when it got more red. “Awe, our little Cassie fell in love!” She sang Twirling in her sundress, and I hushed her, said i don't love him. But I know Vicky didn't believe me.

With my paycheck slashed so drastically, I couldn't swing the cost of my ongoing migraine treatment medication. During one bad episode, the pain knocked me out cold at my desk. Taking his chance, Oscar filmed me unconscious, uploaded the video to the company's website, and created a detailed 100-page slideshow accusing me of sleeping on the job and shoving all my responsibilities onto him. In no time flat, I was branded a workplace bully. My boss iced me out, my colleagues gossiped about me, and I faced relentless online harassment. Even worse, some radical "anti-bullying" activists hunted me down to my home, armed with two gallons of gasoline, and burned me and my parents alive.

I felt a sudden wave of relief wash over me. He would stop all this and I’d be safe for now. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. This was clear bullying—there was no way he would ignore it. “I think I forgot something in the teachers’ room. I’ll be back, class. Try to keep decorum,” he said to my dismay, then walked out. Kade and Cassian immediately turned toward me. Kade gave me a knowing look, as if telling me: “there’s no one willing to save me,”

I blinked rapidly, reading quickly from the paper and back at them. “You'll…” “It's simple, Rebecca. You will be our sex slave. It's not stated there because the paper could get into wrong hands” my boss cut in, calmly. I looked to his wife, her tongue wetting her bottom lip as she looked at me intensely making me swallow hard, my eyes widening before glancing to back at my boss. This wasn't a joke… right? I had forgotten how to breath. ‘A sex slave?’ ‘These things were real?’ My thoughts must have reflected on my face because my boss cleared his throat, throwing his head back to look at his wife who nodded at him in silent communication.

she asked meekly, still stunned by his crudeness. "He is my boss. I'm sure Shirley must have informed you guys I got a job. So I'm only one of his staff members, and we are here on an official assignment." Why was I even explaining myself to her? I hurried out of her sight as I glanced around in panic for Mich. What if he had ditched me and gone home already? I didn't have a dime on me for transport. And I would only be at the mercy of Mirabel. Well, I was stunned when I sighted him at the far end corner of a table, in a deserted looking spot with a tray of food, piled way higher than mine.

I grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

Elena’s pov The Mirror was a liar. It told me I was too much. Too much curve, too much soft flesh, too much of a burden. But the scale in my stepmothers dressing room was the real judge, blinking its red numbers like a warning light whenever I stepped on it. “Twenty pounds, Elena” Beatrice hissed,looming over me like a vulture. “ I’ve spent three weeks starving you, and you still look like a common milkmaid. How am I supposed to present you to Julian Silverton looking like…. this?”

Suddenly, one of them dropped to his knees, his voice trembling as he proclaimed, "All hail our new leader, Oliver!" The others hesitated for a moment, but soon followed suit, bowing before me with their heads lowered in submission. A triumphant laugh escaped my lips, a wicked smirk adorning my face. Everything was falling into place, my plans unfolding flawlessly. In the midst of my laughter, one of the men spoke up, "Boss, we brought your parents." My heart skipped a beat. Finally, I had what I wanted. It was time to make Steve regret ever crossing me and make Jeremy mine.