My Bosses Novels & Stories

I thought I would receive another scolding from him, and maybe the last one. After processing the context, I became curious. I would finally meet Mr. Scott's eldest son, after hearing so much about him. "Is everything okay?" my boss asks, perplexed. "You've been acting strange lately." "It's nothing. Everything's fine." I did have something on my mind, my family. But it wasn't something I should convey to him. "Okay... I need you to tidy up the upstairs room before he arrives." I agreed and got up from the kitchen counter stool after Mr. Scott.

Nothing, just to make sure, this is real and not a dream. "Your cheek is turning red!" Señorito added in a still annoyed voice. "It's okay Señorito, I just want to make sure I'm really awake and it's not all a dream." "Of course, you are no f cking dreaming. Where the hell are you getting those thoughts?!" If you're the boss, you want to win your personal maid. The only thing that can be called ownership is a few pieces of clothing. My parents and I don't have our own land, so I don't know why, you want me to be your girlfriend."

the strange pale vampire girl from Layout said dreamily. "He's going to bring in a lot of new accounts.." "Not to mention awards" Two senior managers said as they passed. "And apparently he nailed all the chicks at his last job," Two guys from IT said before a macho fist bump. I sighed and started to roll my eyes, but they hurt too much. I opened my email and there it was: Meeting in the Canteen to introduce a new CD (Creative Director). The meeting was in ten minutes. I lay my head on my desk and waited for the headache pills to kick in.

"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.

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."

He fully supports my job and is very understanding about it, to an extent, of course. "I am sorry I just can't ignore my boss. He gets really irritable," I shrugged. "He is also way too demanding," Mark commented. "You have a life outside of work, doesn't he know that?" Hard to tell. He calls me anytime, any day, whenever he feels like it. As if on cue, my phone started to ring. "Don't answer it..." Mark started to say, but I had already answered. "Hello! What can I do for you, sir?" I asked.

“That’s not how you talk to your boss.” I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Seriously Nate, I can't keep up with your mood swings. Two weeks ago, I thought we were doing just fine. We weren’t best buddies or anything but I thought we could have a normal boss-employee relationship while leaving the past behind. But after dinner at the restaurant, you did a whole 180° and started being a jerk to me all over again. Even today, you didn't even ask me if I had plans, just ordered me to get here straight or lose my job."

I tried my best to ignore it at first, tried to tell myself it was nothing, but when I placed the morning coffee on his desk, he barely glanced at it. “Too hot,” he muttered flatly already thumbing through a file. I forced a smile. “Good morning to you too. I'll take that as a thank you.” He didn't respond, he didn't t even smirk. I chewed my lip nervously. Sometimes our bosses can be in a bad mood. Maybe I can lighten his mood a little. CEOs are allowed to be moody. I pulled the next stack of reports frim my folder and set down with a little flourish. “Anything else?”

She works for me, and I am her boss. I sternly corrected her, "Employees don't talk with their boss like that." Vanessa responded with an astonished "Ohhh." I said, "You are working for me, I'm the boss, so please behave like an employee." "We are in your workplace, which has a nice environment, and I am worried about you because we are friends. Besides, the boss can be friends with her staff, right?" My eyes were still fixed on the folders, but I nodded anyhow. "But not to you," I say.

“Hey, that’s enough! I already apologized and explain my side, okay? I’m not the bad guy here. Our boss is,” Miss Monica giggled while leaning in comfortably on the chair across me as I continued glaring at her. We headed back upstairs and she decided to accompany me inside the office while waiting for Jupiter. And also, to explain her side. “Your boss, you mean? He’s not mine’s.” I retorted back, still irritated. “Uh, yes? Our boss,” she crossed her arms, emphasizing the words to me. “Until there’s a contract involved, he is rightfully above us.”