My Bosses Novels & Stories

“And here I thought we were best friends already.” “Best friends?” I snarked just a little because it was hard to believe him when boss number two was practically gunning for me, and he– well he was basically boss number three. They had to be best friends-both of them. It was how it usually worked. First you have the overall boss who runs things. Then you have the immediate two who are close to the boss but also very close to themselves because their ranks are a bit more equal. If anyone could give me a plausible answer for boss number two's sour mood, it was definitely Mr Wolf here.

“ Paul is the big boss of the club Jimmy signed you to.” “ Wow …” “ So bluntly put; your bosses , bosses , bosses , boss; wants your girl and you work for him . “ ©#KCMmuoe

"Of course you are. I can very much see it on your face. You're glowing and getting more beautiful everyday" "Thank you" "I can see you're very busy" Korede stood moving closer to Tiana's desk. "Yes I am. At a time like this we are" "Busy sleeping with the boss" Korede growled. "Excuse me?" Tiana raised her eyes to look at Korede whose face was already close to hers. "I don't know what you're talking about Korede. But the CEO is not in right now,as you know. I'm pretty sure he's the one you also came to see. You can go downstairs and see him"

“Young people need to work hard. If you work hard, you’ll be rewarded. At the end of the year, I’ll give out shares based on how much each person worked. Everyone will get a bonus! “Today, Kaden cleaned the restroom without being asked. He’ll get a 0.01% increase in shares at the end of the year, and I’ve noted it down. Everyone should follow his example.” Jennifer Tadley, our boss, was a woman in her forties. She wore a lot of makeup, and we could smell her pungent perfume when she walked by.

He's handsome" "No. That's my boss" "You're in a relationship with your boss? Lucky you" "No. I'm not in a relationship with him. No feelings attached" "Really? But you seem to love him" "I can't love him" "Why? Any problem? He's arrogant right? Goodness, all these bosses are so arrogant. My boss is so arrogant and so rude. All he does is to order me around" "Oh my. So bad, so sad buy my boss isn't like that. He's really nice and kind hearted"

I refuse to beg them again. — Your boss… I murmur, in a hoarse voice. Let him come. Let him at least have the courage to look me in the face. Silence. The two men stop smiling. Their gazes change, less certain, more tense. One shrugs, the other looks away. One detail strikes me. This word, boss. They use it with a dull fear, as if merely mentioning his name burns them. This is not an ordinary leader. It’s a figure they dread.

Doesn’t breathe unless it’s to say, “Fix it.” I once watched him fire an intern mid-yawn. Mid-yawn, people. The poor girl hadn’t even finished inhaling. It’s 1:57 a.m., and I’m still in the office, because my boss doesn’t believe in “after hours.” He believes in “Hailey, the shareholders’ deck better sing like a BTS chorus by morning.” I’m hunched over my laptop, eyes burning, when I realize my espresso machine has given up on life. Much like me.

I leaned towards him. "No," he answered dryly. "Why are you so worried about Romario then?" Who owes nothing, fears nothing. Romario also bowed. "I'm not afraid of anything," he replied, "But your boss better watch out, I don't like them getting in my way." "Don't mess with Romario," I defended him, I didn't know why, but I felt like defending him. Romario was a good person. "Why do you defend your boss so much?" Is there something between you two?

and my attention shifts, focusing on one of the so-called colleagues I have, "even you." "Well, I think that's all, Marcos. I have to catch up on work since out of nowhere five direct bosses have shown up who can't even stand me breathing half the time," those words are directed straight at all those who think they have the right to have power over me. The elegantly dressed boy nods and again, he tells me not to miss the invitation, that it's nice to relate and get to know his coworkers. And with a wink, he leaves. I turn on my computer, and now I'm ready to answer all possible calls with enthusiasm.

But he does not know, what awaits for his boss. Mess. Very huge fucking mess.