Miracle Pill Maker Bullies The Boss Novels & Stories

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.”

Raymond was quick to react, "Kronos would never be able to match our prices and terms. No history for that. They could not even beat the pricing of their competitors, ever! And these competitors have higher prices and stricter terms than ours." He was relieved because this one seemed so unlikely to be real, but he stopped short from saying to The Boss, "You’re too careful." The Boss drew on his cigar and pondered. He took a glimpse at Gina who was looking at him intently, hanging on his every word and ready to run with his instructions. He looked at Rhonda, but quickly turned his head toward … the door. He couldn't afford what reaction the sight might stir in him. Being aroused and feeling g

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

Oddly enough, it made me feel safe. James finally backed off, muttering that he'd be back. What is he, a cartoon villain? I gave him the finger with zero regrets. No matter how tough he acts, he's just a chihuahua compared to the big bad wolf Lucas Miller. "Enjoying the show?" "Uh, thanks for that, Mr. Miller!" I quickly thanked him, pretending to brush invisible lint off his designer suit, laying the gratitude on thick. Maybe my workaholic boss isn't so bad - I'll complain about him less from now on.

I blurt out before I could stop myself. "Am I a little blunt and authoritative sometimes? Yes, absolutely because if I was a friendly happy boss-type I would not have this empire I have created, no one would get any work done because they would simply think I am too nice to ever snap at them and I hate to break it to you but it's not because I'm evil, it's just how I need to be to make sure my company, my bloodshed, and tears are not thrown down the drain because I'm nice" Nayel uses finger quotes to use the word nice, "Have you ever noticed the way you talk to me? How many people do you know who speak to their boss the same way you speak to me?"

"Everything isn’t going to be about you anymore, Zachary Maverick. I’ve had enough! If you or anyone else tries to bully me again, I’ll make life hell for you all!" Olivia yelled, her voice dripping with venom. "Oh, I’m so scared," Zach smirked, recovering from his dazed state. Then, without warning, he flipped her over, ignoring the stain their contact caused. Now, he was on top of her, their eyes locked. Oh my goodness.

Before she got to the main building, Her boss came after her. 'Mirabel, you have seen what you are not supposed to have seen today and so, if you want to keep working here, if you do want any problems to arise between your mistress and me, you must keep mute. You must never tell anyone what you saw here today because of you do, I shall be your worst nightmare'. Mirabel nodded. 'I saw nothing. How can I tell anyone of something I never saw?' she said more out of love for her mistress than out of fear of what her boss would do to her.

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

Philip pulled Wynn back, and before the muscular man could react, he kicked him heavily. Philip’s eyes were wide as he stared at the man. He yelled, “Did we claim that everyone who consumes the pills manufactured by my wife’s company will definitely heal from whatever ailment they’re suffering from? What if it’s something else your boss had that’s making him ill? Get lost now!” “F*ck! You’re digging your own grave!” The muscular man staggered backward and fell on the ground. Now, his stomach felt as if it had been run over by a truck. His intestines were in so much pain they felt like they were knotted together.