My Boss Snapped At Me Novels & Stories

" Change? This isn't even enough to pay for the damn coffee" His smile flattered. " What did you just say?" "You heard me" , I shot back, crossing my arms " Next time try tipping the barista instead of ogling her ". The man's face turned red, his smile replaced with a sneer. " You're lucky I'm feeling generous today, sweetheart." " And you're lucky I didn't pour this coffee down your damn throat." The sharp bark of my boss's voice yanked me out of my anger, I turned to see Carlo stomping towards me, his beefy hands balled into fists, his face already blotchy with rage.

My boss is a bitch. Theresa: Tell me about it, rich people suck. *Rolling eyes emoji* Me: That's so true, he is such a jerk. One minute he is trying to take off my pants then the next he is acting like I don't exist. I swear I wanna kill him. I didn't realise what I sent until I sent it. Oh shit! No, no, no. I tried to delete it but it's fruitless because she already saw it. Damnit!

I snapped, and her amusement vanished in an instant. "We'll see if she's in the mood to read it. The boss has a packed schedule and may not have a moment to spare," she remarked. "Just tell her it's from me, Jayden." "Sure thing, I will. Please excuse me now," she said, dismissing me with a snap of her fingers. “Your attitude stinks!" I wanted to retort about her attitude, but I held back, trying not to escalate the situation. It felt like I was justified in my frustration; her demeanor was really getting under my skin.

"you slut I will make sure you are fired, I know you have feelings for your boss that's why you have no respect for his girlfriend, very soon filthy whore like you, will not work for this company, I don't know what he saw in you before employing a lowlife like you." I got angry and stood up from my chair, I walked slowly towards her when she was seriously insulting me. I gave her a hot slap on the cheek, and she retaliated and slap me back immediately, I did not hesitate to slap her twice on the cheek. I pulled her hair and punch her face. my boss walked very fast to my office and separated the two of us from killing each other, "what is happening here?" he asked with an authoritative voice,

Axel flirted, slipping right back into his old ways. My face soured instantly. My brows knitted together, feeling as though I had just misjudged the man in front of me. "Mr. Axel Blackwood! Don't think for a second that just because you're my boss, you can treat me however you please!" I snapped. Axel laughed uproariously at my reaction. "Wow! Have you always been this feisty since you were a kid?" "Please, stop teasing me!"

She laughed through her tears, a small, broken sound. "I tried to compose myself too…trust me, I really tried but you were so arrogant and infuriating. I mean I never planned to snap at my boss on my first day at work, but I couldn’t help it.” There was a pause and ripples of laughter spread through the air. “You thought you could just order people around and they'd listen. And I told you off in that hallway, I was so angry at you." The crowd erupted in loud laughter.

He stumbled back, his eyes wide and dark, looking like a man who had just woken up from a fever dream. "Miss, I..." "Don't," I snapped, scrambling off the bed and smoothing my clothes with shaking hands. "Do not ever cross that line again, Marcus. I am your boss and you are my employee. Get that into your head." I didn't wait to see the look on his face. I bolted. I made it back to my room and slammed the door, locking it with a click that didn't feel loud enough. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I grabbed my phone and dialed Michelle before I could talk myself out of it.

I nodded my head in amusement. " You better not mistreat Christy nigga" Joel screamed from his corner. " You should advise him to be scared of Christy instead, She might be cute and simple but she is one bad b*t*h." A different customer was also added. " Okay, guys.... back to your coffee, this is my workplace and I am sure you won't love to see my boss angry with me" I ordered not wanting to continue the conversation. Finally, the day came to an end, I went over to the back to change my clothes and my boss came in a few minutes later when I was already done, fortunately. I sigh in frustration at the sight of him

“I’m sorry Mr. Ivan, I had an emergency and needed to stop at the hospital…” Before I could finish, he snatched a plate, and sent it flying mere inches past my face. A gasp escaped my lips, my pupils dilating in shock as I swiftly ducked to the side, making the plate shatter against the wall behind me, the sound echoing through the four corners of the dining room. I braced myself for his next outburst. There was always a next outburst with my thirty nine years old crippled boss. “I don’t care about your silly excuses,” he thundered. “I’m the one doing all the work—pushing myself to walk again and you’re getting paid to show up late?” his voice rose, bitter with frustration.

"Whoa! What's going on? What got you so riled up?" A bull headed man. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. Just having a bad day." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. He flashed a sympathetic smile. "It's alright. I can understand. Is it the boss who is giving you a hard time?" Brown eyes were curious. "How do you know that?" A brow of mine raised. A shrug. "Judging by the murderous glares he sends my way whenever he sees me with you, it's not hard to tell."