Miracle Pill Maker Bullies The Boss Novels & Stories

“Can you please go? I want to be alone” “You can’t possibly expect me to leave you alone after all this?” “Don’t pretend to care now, Axton” his voice is harsh, and his eyes narrow. “You think I'm pretending?” hurt laces my voice, and my spine straightens. “You never cared before. In Fact you bullied me so much you were one of the reasons I stopped eating. So yeah, I do think you're pretending. I think you want us to have this perfect little mate thing and you just can’t process that you fucked us up before we even had a chance!”

He slowly closed his eyes, experiencing the long-lost sensation. He could confirm that it wasn't a psychological illusion. That thread of hope was also subtly spreading in his heart. The unfamiliar sensation made him realize that he hadn't truly become cripple. Zayn stormed in as Larissa was treating Wilbur. "What's wrong?" she asked without raising her head. He said depressedly, "Boss, someone is imitating our medicine. Not only are the medicine formulas similar but so are their names. It's named Powerful Hair Tonic." Larissa asked, "Have you found out who did it?"

is that what he thought, Mirabel stared at Steve in disbelief. "You are a filthy whore" he spat out but he didn't end there "You even went ahead to open your legs for the boss of IMPERIAL, just so you can work at GoldFox and even stay beside him" That's it! Mirabel had accommodated his words enough but it wouldn't be to this extent.

“All of this is just a power play to him. He doesn’t want the money. He just wants to torture me. Your boss is a heartless monster!” “Are you sure about that?” He asks quietly. “A heartless monster would not reject medical help just because the woman he’s pining for is upset with him.” My breath hitches. Something hard and sharp lodges in my throat, clawing for release. “What are you talking about?” “My boss has fallen greatly ill, Ms. Machiavelli. He had an allergic reaction to the silver in the cuffs the officers used on him earlier, and he’s refusing medical help.”

I try to ignore my juvenile reaction and concentrate on his words. As I do, I come up with the reason I'm acting like I'm sixteen instead of twenty-five. It's because wine, lust, the fear of loneliness, and Duncan Willis all work together to create a dangerous and somewhat embarrassing concoction. "Ms. Miller, Jennifer," he begins. I lift my hand. "Mr. Willis. You're one of the owners of Buchanan and Willis. The company doesn't have a policy against fraternization outside the office."

“Roxy, I’m working.” “But look at him. One glance, it takes two seconds.” I sigh, then look over my computer. When the big boss turns, I’m surprised. The boss of this company saw me naked a month ago, even he fucked me well! shame! I sit down and I continue my work, forgetting that there is in the same open space as me. Roll on tonight’s meal so that I can tell Estelle everything. Damn, when she gets to know that, she’ll be surprised. Finally, I focus on my file, I really want to forget about this meeting.

Nothing pointing to death, to exploitation. Yet if I claimed ignorance, I would look worse. Weak. Out of control. A man who couldn’t command his own empire. I looked incompetent either way. A perfect trap. I almost wanted to applaud Selene’s brilliance. “And here, of course, is the pièce de résistance—a contract. Payment for silence. Workers bought off to keep their suffering quiet.” Corey turned the letter towards the cameras already desperate for the proof. My blood roared in my ears. It was my signature on the sheet, black ink stark against the white paper.

What I had not expected was that she was still making a scene at the police station. "What right do you have to arrest Howard? Theodore's the one who screwed me over first! We were just going to ask for some compensation! I want to contact Uncle Lionel! Have him post bail for Howard! I want to get out of here!" If she had not been heavily pregnant, I genuinely think she would have thrown herself on the floor and thrown a tantrum. She did not know that Lionel was barely keeping his own head above water. Sarah told me the company had already used the records I provided that afternoon to uncover his embezzlement, bribery, and selling of company secrets.

Jack breathed hard. Marcus stepped to his other side. "You are the guy who made me fill out HR paperwork after a gunfight." Aaliyah said, "You are the boss who funds illegal miracles and pretends to disapprove of the illegal part." Ben said, "You are the man who turned two thousand dollars into an empire and then decided dead universes were an undervalued stakeholder class." Haley said, "You are my brother-in-law, which is legally tragic but emotionally nonrefundable."

Miller. "Have you heard? Mr. Miller is coming!" "What? Mr. Miller? Are you talking about the Mr. Miller that bought out our company and gave us our jobs back?" "Of course! Come on, let's go! We might be able to catch a glimpse of him!" "I want to go, too! I hear that Mr. Miller is as handsome as a celebrity, and rich beyond our imagination. Most importantly, he's single!" The employees all began to whisper and murmur about their mysterious boss. Everyone snuck out of their offices and gathered in the building lobby, eager to catch a glimpse of the legendary Mr. Miller.