My Boss Novels & Stories

The audacity of this man, just what is he trying to do after humiliating us like this? I glared at him. Mom looks at me in worry, "Who is he? Do you know him? Isn’t he the one at the event?" "He’s no one, just ignore him, mom." "I'm her boss, she works for me. And as boss, I feel obligated to take care of my employees. If you let me, Mrs. Brooks. I wouldn’t want to drive by seeing that it’s your special day at such bad weather," "Your boss?" Mom gasps while looking at me, "Well let’s go then. You shouldn’t be so disrespectful to your boss."

"I have pending work. Stop wasting my time. You’re not my boss yet as far as I know." Outwardly, I sounded whole and dignified. Inside, I was trembling. If Andrew managed to buy those shares, he would be the majority owner of this company. He would also become my boss, and I knew he would end up firing me. I would be left without a job. It would be my end. "Your father wants to have lunch with you and Amanda," he informed me from behind. I froze at that information. He walked past me, satisfied. "You won’t be able to refuse this time. That is your current boss," he mocked as he walked past me and left the room.

Macey said lamely when she finally overcame the shock of seeing her boss in the club. Hissing, Chad ignored Macey and faced Olivia as he asked, “What is the meaning of this?" "I…I had…my cousin just got…” Olivia stammered helplessly, unable to express herself. "What's going on here? He's the guy? Your ex?" Pauline tried to intervene, but Macey signaled her to stop. She winced at Pauline's ever expressive fone. "Let it go, Pauline. He's our boss," Macey whispered and grabbed her palms.

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

I arch my brow "No no way" She nods "okay good. I promise not to tell anyone. Now tell me" I cleared my throat. "Uh....I...the uh.." She moved her head questionably. I let out a breath. "The boss kissed me" She gasped aloud. "Shut. the. front. door" She is surprised to hear that. I heaved a sigh. "Wait the boss?" I nod. "I mean the boss BOSS? As in East? Kissed you?"

For the first time in my life, I couldn’t have been more grateful for an email from my arrogant boss. “Is that from your apartment again?” She asked. “No,” I pushed myself out of my chair. “It’s from Mr. Calloway. He wants me to meet Sara for more details about the project.” “That’s amazing!” she gleamed before pulling me into a tight hug. My body relaxed before I even realized it had, as though it had been craving genuine human contact for a long time. I gave her a light tap on the back. “I really need to go. I don’t want to get fired in less than three days,” I said sarcastically.

"Really? Katlyn did that when she was little?” I rounded the corner, and the world seemed to tilt. Sitting at our small dining table, looking perfectly handsome and deceptively innocent in a fresh navy suit, was my boss. He looked up, his grey eyes gleaming with a dark, intense focus that pinned me to the spot. "Oh, hi, Assistant." I stood frozen, my hand gripping the doorframe as I stared at him in utter shock. My grandma noticed me first. "Katlyn! Don't just stand there being disrespectful," Nana scolded, though her eyes were bright with excitement. "How clumsy could you be to leave your bag at the office? Your very generous boss brought it back to you perso

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.

Is this a joke? I couldn’t answer. Because it was impossible that she meant Alaric Satanas. If it was really him, then why was he my boss? It’s not that I believe he’s a CEO, but let’s say he is—why would he be my boss when my project isn’t even related to drugs or anything about pharma? And if he really is a CEO, why is he here in our department? I’m not complaining about our workplace, but there’s nothing fancy here. Just simple desks and chairs for employees like me, and simple rooms for bosses.

"We need to re-evaluate your company's ability. That's all for today. You should leave." A wave of helplessness came over me. I was the only one who understood the feeling, as I had spent multiple sleepless nights modifying the proposal in order to push for this to happen. I ran through the details many times and even sent plenty of gifts customized for Kent in order to build a more personal connection between us. All of my hard work had been destroyed because of a boss who was busy being in love and her boyfriend, who was a complete control freak. A cold look appeared in my eyes. If Tina did not know how to act appropriately, there was no blaming me next.