Ms Perez Novels & Stories

My company let employees clock paid hours while petting the office cats, take unlimited vacation, and skip the time clock altogether. For a while, people called us a dream company. Then one of my employees posted online and accused the whole thing of being a kindness trap. He filmed the office as if it were paradise, but the caption told a different story: [Don't envy us. All of this was bought with our low pay and our youth.] The post went viral, and overnight, I became the fake-nice boss who bled his employees dry behind a mask of small kindnesses. The entire internet told my employees to run. Fine. I let them. I rolled out a new policy. Effective immediately, every flexible benefit

I wanted to watch the fear turn to pleasure as I continued thrusting into her. Perez came into the room and I had to whisk off thoughts of Ava. I watched as Perez poured himself a glass of booze. He took the seat before me and reached for a cigarette. "The girl is pretty shaken up," he commented, taking a swig from his glass. "I know."

he finished looking between the three of us nervously. "Mr Perez," I began again. "You know who I am, and you know what I am. You know that I can hear your every heartbeat and you know that I know you are lying to me. So, let's skip the bullshit, what do you know about Gustavo Escobar?" He stayed silent as I glared him down. I spotted his hand slowly inching towards the phone on his desk and slammed my hand onto it before he could reach it and crushed the dial pad.

Andres replied when Luis shook his head. “She has put on some weight, Beta Rodriguez. And I find it hard to believe your statement when Emilia is reeking with the scent of her perfume. I know she never wears this much perfume.” Luis asserted. If it was a year ago, I would have been over the moon that Luis had noticed these small details about likes and dislikes, but right now, I was trembling in fear within.

Zhul's POV "Crazy Midget" I mumbled to myself. I couldn't believe on my first day of class I got stuck with cleaning duties thanks to a crazy midget. And she is a Perez. I knew a lot about the Perez family. They own one of the biggest companies in the world. Franz Perez is the current CEO of the company. I looked over to the crazy midget, who was probably as mad as me. I smirked to myself, I was glad I was able to hit a nerve.

“Ezra…” “It is about time that she trained. She shouldn’t have gone this far into interactions with those who want to kill her without the proper training and you know that very well.” The man, Ezra said, stopping Mario. Both he and Vieri took a step back, not saying a word before he walked toward Lea. I stood, despite my injured leg, wanting to push my mate behind me, and the man chuckled.

If she's the one, I will pledge my love to her. "Sounds great! So, I'll get going. I'll call you later, okay" I said to August while organizing my folders on my table. I am an employee of Ms. Perez' company. I'm one of the shareholders in her company. I'll take care of the party later after my duty. I went inside my Ferrari car and drove my way to the Perez Hotel and Resorts Company.

She was so done sucking dicks of undeserving men. “Don’t tell me to shut up woman, know your fucking place, you might have been the one to start this plan but I am the only one who has done something and carried it out successfully,” Perez bragged. “Yeah, and that’s how you ended up with a lawsuit, very successful indeed,”

His hands trembled as he thought of how to prevent his daughter from Edon. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over Ozouf's face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of his body. He seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage. His eyes remained wide open for a while as he rolled them from time to time.

“Oh, I know him better than you imagine.” He bristles, shoulders stiff. He hates the thought, hates that I might hold truths about his master he does not. I lean in, close enough that my breath brushes his ear, my voice low and poisonous. “Perez is what he has always been. A user. A taker. A man who bends the world until it breaks beneath him. Do you think you are different? Do you think he cannot drain you, discard you, as he has discarded others before you?” I feel him tense. His pulse jumps against his throat, a betraying flutter. I almost laugh—it is too easy.