Novel & Cerita My Boss

I was working hard and actually enjoying the day. As a dedicated employee, I had been eagerly anticipating my promotion. I was giving my best, ensuring that not a single excuse could hold me back. During our usual coffee break, the new boss walked in. “Hello everyone, I’m XYZ,” he introduced himself. (Not that I cared who he was.) “And from today onwards, I’ll be your new boss.”

I blurt out before I can overthink it. His brows lift, surprise flashing across his face. “To talk? Sure.” “Not now,” I say quickly, glancing around. “I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He chuckles, the sound rich and warm. “Trouble? My boss wouldn’t mind. Best boss in the world—kind, charming, ridiculously handsome.” I narrow my eyes at him, unsure if he’s serious or joking. “You’re awfully confident about that.” He smirks. “I know him pretty well.”

I didn't, I dont know how to. "Why not?" Sebastian asks. "Because I dont know how to tell them I'm dating... my boss," I've said it so many times that it seems like a reflex response. "Tehnicly you work with me, so I am your boss," Sebastian says. "Yes, Bash... but he signs the paycheck," I say and I dont have to look at Christian to know he is shaking his head.

He looked like his head were in two, no, three places. “Huh?” I mumbled. “Are you miss Jean?” I frowned slightly. “Who the fuck are you? Another stupid male who has nothing better to do than to hurt women?” I snapped enraged. The man seemed to shift, or was it me that seemed to shift. I wasn’t so sure. Everything was so strange now. “My boss requests that you show your presence immediately.” My frown deepened. “Who the hell is your boss?” “Zayn Usman.”

I must be tired that I fell asleep with my head on my table. “Have you eaten dinner?” he asked again, reaching for my forehead and pressing his lips to stop himself from laughing as he took the sticky paper that got stuck on my skin. “Sky would surely agree to this note,” he chuckled, returning the paper to me. I bit my lower lip, blushing at what I had written on the small sticky note. My boss is an a**hole! I scoffed. “Would I be reprimanded because of this?” I cleared my table, piled the folders, and took my bag from the file pedestal drawer.

Tom only laughs. "I don't see anything funny here. It's like living in a prison," I complain and hear my boss calling me from his office. "Be right back." *** "Yes, boss?" "Mallory, it's Saturday so it's a payday!" My boss, a tall bald guy in his late sixties, going with the name Larry. To say he's an old pervert fits him perfectly. I nervously wait for my paycheck at the doorstep. "Come in, come in. Don't be shy. And close the door behind you," he invites me inside gesticulating.

“I need you to file these documents and look over the agenda for next week’s meeting,” Alaric’s boss said. Alaric looked at the man and said, “I am the financial advisor, not your secretary’s manager. It is not in my job description to do everything else.” His boss stared down at him and said, “And I am your boss. Do what I say or you can just quit.” Alaric looked at his boss and sighed. He honestly did not need this job, but it was a pass time.

Mark rose to his feet and straightened out his clothes before he bluntly replied, “You should avoid fanciful thoughts and just do your job. It doesn’t matter if I’m distancing myself from you, I’m your boss. That’s our only connection. I’ve provided financial aid for a lot of people. I’ve never considered asking for repayment.”

He teased. "No one is an island, you just have to accept the fact that atimes in life you'll need help. So go on, I'm listening." I added, almost in a stern tone. "Are you forgetting something here!" He asked, with a smirk on his face. "What is that?" I asked, pasting a curious look on my face. "The fact that I'm your boss! You seem to have thrown that out the window, when it's not supposed to be the case." He said.