Mrs Mayberry Helluva Boss の小説・ストーリー

“Ooh! Carne asada and cheese enchiladas? I’m there. What time?” “I should have it all done and ready by seven.” “Sounds good.” “Hey, Trix, one more thing.” “What’s that?” “What’s with the tone?” “What tone?” Meghan snorted. “Your patented ‘I can’t believe that just happened’ tone.” “Oh,” Trixie said, wanting to bang her head on her desk. “Um. Yeah. This trip. It’s with my CEO.” “Drew Alexander? Super-Hot Drew? The millionaire mogul who is so, so much eye candy?”

I probably looked exactly like what I was a tired, pregnant woman who'd finally had enough. The elevator ride to the fifth floor felt like descending into hell. Room 512 was at the end of the hall. I stood outside the door, hand raised to knock, and heard A woman's voice, light and carefree. "Stop, you're going to make me spill my coffee." Then Marcus's voice, warm in a way it never was with me anymore. "Then don't distract me when I'm trying to work." "This is working?" More laughter. "Could've fooled me."

She squealed pit as she rocked me from side to side. "Alright Marcy, that's enough." Shawn said as he laughed a little Marcy? Why do i know that name. The woman pulled away before sticking her tongue out on Shawn. She quickly focused back on me and squealed again. Literally. I looked at her and then the boss in confusion and the woman frowned. "Oh, i see this little devil hasn't told you a lot about me. I'm marcy. His beautiful and gorgeous little sister." Sister? What?

Someone stood to introduce him — a woman with pearls and carefully managed enthusiasm — and the words arrived with the timing of something from a nightmare. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our CEO, Mr. Cazien Wolfe." I tried to look normal. This is, I would realize later, one of the more underrated human survival skills: the ability to rearrange your face into something that communicates nothing in the immediate aftermath of discovering that you have just called your future employer a d*ck to his face on a public street in front of fifteen witnesses and at least three phone cameras.

That day being the final day for meeting between the two corporations, the board of directors of Raymonds corporations were all present, save the secretary who had taken an emergency excuse to bury a distant relative. Ginger again explained the plan they had, including the marketing and modelling of the products. After she had been applauded for a speech well done, Ricky Mears adjusted his microphone fixed to his ear which came all the way to his mouth. Jade wore hers too, so did the members present, except Ginger. "Signing Benny Malcolm will be good for publicity wouldn't it?" He had his hands braced on the table, his well kept beard gracing his features. "Benny, you mean the Benny whose se

“ Good day, America. I've been trying to get busy bee, Soraya Wayne, on our show for a couple of weeks now, and it hasn't been easy. We were able to get her on the show today, so please help me welcome the prettiest, hardest working CEO and, oh, the Jersey City bachelorette, Soraya Wayne." Cecelia Vega called as Soraya strutted onto the stage like a runway model. As she took her seat, she smiled and waved to her audience.

I couldn't reconcile the Rachel who clung to me every day with the one betraying me now, and in our own home, no less. Quietly, I set the clothes back where I found them. My hand reached for the scissors on the table, and with my resolve hardening, I moved toward the bedroom door, ready to kick it open. Just then, the phone inside the room started ringing. I heard a man's voice pause mid-sentence. My boss? I couldn't have mistaken that voice if I had tried. It was Tommy Statham, my Avencia-born employer, speaking in his broken but unmistakable English.

’ “BOSS! I GOT THE CRAZY OLD MAN!” The bald man was really annoyed and his vicious gaze landed on his subordinate. “Why did you bring him? Do you want me to do your job?” He huffed. “No, boss. I apologize.” The thug subordinate pushed the crazy old man in front of the bald man. This was his time to show off that he was fierce and deserved to be promoted. He stepped on the old man’s chest and loudly asked. “Do you know this lady?” The bald man took off the other pair of his shoes and hit the subordinate’s leg a few times. “What b-llsh-t are you doing? Get your legs off the old man!”

“Sweetheart, you’re truly my lucky star. Did you with Hina clean the Boss’s private room last night?” Emma nodded slightly, but what did that have to do with anything? “This morning, the Boss called me into his private room. He wants me to be his wife. We’ve made it, we’re rich now! Why are you still standing there? Hurry up, we’re moving into your new daddy’s mansion!” The more May spoke, the more excited she became. She had originally planned to go straight to his mansion and never come back to this place.

"She? I thought it was a–" "Oh, here she comes…" Melissa said and they all stood up to welcome her. I was even more shocked when the croupier stood up as well. Monica's mouth fell wide open as she saw who it was. I didn't bother looking back as I didn't care who their boss was. "Good evening, Mrs. Smith." Wait, why was that voice so familiar? I got up and was surprised to see Maya. 'She's their boss?' my jaw dropped as I never expected Maya to own every hotel, casino, or event center I visit.