My Bossy Ceo Novels & Stories

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 grab my sandwich and take a bite"It's not healthy. That job is forcing you a lot, don't you think you should give yourself a break? She snorts and shakes her head. " It's nothing special Kia"Roll your eyes" I can always replace lunch at dinner time. And regarding work, you know I can't leave it, how would I pay for the house? Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. This is a town where, even as a homeowner, you have to pay a monthly fee for always living here. Go town. Wow boss. The whole town is run by one person: the boss of the Russian mafia, or as many call it: The Boos.

“I got the position of a personal assistant of a CEO." “Oh. Great. I hope your boss isn't crushing on you though. I can't imagine my own girlfriend leaving me for a CEO!”. I forced a laugh before swallowing hard, thinking of another lie to feed him. “My boss is a female." I said. “A female CEO? Perfect.”. I prayed he wouldn't ask her name since he's also a CEO and I literally didn't know any other CEO except for him and Landon, not even the CEO of the world bank.

But I did not have the time to attend to that right now. “Don’t you want to drop that? You’re literally bleeding and I’m not going to do anything to you. I would never,” He assured me. “Forget about my hand, just start talking.” “Alright, fine.” He pursed his lips. “My parents are Mafia Bosses. They just use the guise of being CEOs as their front. Our biggest company is actually one of the biggest drug operations yet. They call us the lords of drugs,” He chuckled to himself when he said the last part.

He provided me with a basic remuneration for it — I explained, feeling embarrassed as I recalled everything that had transpired. — Oh, what a great boss. I've read that Thiago Villarreal is a very arrogant CEO — he commented. — He is — I interrupted. — Then why do you say that with sadness? — he asked, very curious, but I was afraid to reveal my secret. — Nostalgia for memories, Diego. Sometimes the people we least expect become special in our lives when they offer a helping hand. Thiago Villarreal was very special to me. If he hadn't believed in my talent, I wouldn't be here, telling you all these things — I added, always with a touch of sadness.

Wait a minute, if he was sitting in that seat in this office that only meant that "You. You're the boss?" I ask with a raised voice and a pointed finger He looked genuinely shocked at my shock "Why do you sound so surprised? Aren't I handsome enough?" He asked raising his perfectly sculpted chin I rolled my eyes and folded my arms "I don't think being handsome is a qualification for being a boss" Placing a hand on his desk, the semi jovial look he had on, dissipates and his stoic expression returns "You should keep it in mind that I am your boss. Considering everything you've done so far, damaging my car, giving me a wrong number and destroying my good shirt last night. I have so many reason

she says once again, sounding more agitated by the passing second while ushering me in the direction of the dining room. “ You wouldn’t want to irritate your bosses." My said bosses are some of the most intimidating people that you might ever get to meet. I don’t say this because I have seen them get furious and lash out at people, even though I have. I’m saying this because they are some of the most influential people to walk this planet and their aura alone is enough to intimidate you. They belong in the upper echelon of the high class society. They make and destroy people without having to lift a finger or move from their chairs.

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.

Broad-shouldered and imposing in what looked like an expensive suit, he moved with a quiet confidence that commanded attention. "Mind your own business, man," Gold Tooth snarled, but I noticed he'd loosened his grip on my wrist. The newcomer stepped closer, and I caught my breath. Even in the dim light, I recognized him immediately. Alexander Carter. My boss's boss's boss. The CEO of Carter Enterprises, where I'd been working as a junior marketing executive for the past eight months. "I believe these ladies were telling you to leave them alone," he said, his voice calm but edged with steel. "I suggest you listen."

Like wireless earphones and smartwatches, they most likely to cost half my paycheck. Our boss, the CEO, is never in the office and when he is, half the company leaves with him. He has the best of the best and doesn't do well with failure. This man is a ghost. No knows how he looks expect the workers that he fires and never have they revealed his face. I got up from my seat and took my belongings and the cup that I have been using. I head to the counter to see Ms. M talking to a man in an expensive suit. She is friendly to all her consumers so I didn't read into it so much.