My Dear Boss 소설 & 이야기

2 MONTHS LATER... "What the heck is this Mia, haven't I told you not to bring up his topic again!"... Throwing the cup of coffee over the poor secretary's white shirt, the new boss screamed, banging his hands on the table. "He is DEAD. Now I am your boss... Nelson Mendez is your boss. So just do as I say and dare I hear his name in this organization again." the new boss fumed in exasperation. "I am... I am sorry Sir... I will get the changes made. Excuse me"... Poor Mia, Max's once beautiful and talented secretary spoke in low tone sprinting out of the glass door.

“Thanks for all you do darling, I love you so much’ “Anything for you my childhood friend” I followed Anna to the reception. “Hello Dear” “Good Morning” the receptionist replied. “Good Morning, here she's Marianne James, she's here to apply for the position of an accountant” “Oh! Welcome ma'am” “Thank you,” I replied. “I'll be going to my office now, see you later” I watched Anna went to her office “I'll have to inform my boss about this, so just sit there” she pointed, “I'll let you know when he gets back to me”

I change the topic and fake a smile, holding the golden black gown in hand. Bobita twisted his lips without a smile. "Hmp! You better tell me about it, dear Beauty. I hate secrets!" He stood with his feet stomping and his mouth pouting, looking sulky at me. I sighed. "I will. I promise. But at the moment, nothing was going on between us, and we were casual. Drew is my boss, and I'm his secretary. That's it. Nothing more and nothing less." I shrugged my shoulder. It was my honest answer.

My boss Maximus, but we call him Max is the coolest person I know. He made a fortune creating high-tech security gadgets, he’s a genius and he knows it. But not in an irritating type of way, he’s wealthy and smart but he’s cool. He treats all his employees well. In fact, he treats all human beings well. I love working here and I love my job, which is why I start gathering my stuff so I can leave. I shut down my computer at the thought of having another painstakingly long conversation with my boss about the importance of unplugging.

"That's our boss. He's been showing up for a few months now. And the man behind him has been managing the company with his two secretaries." Again, another woman chimed in, responding to her friend's comment. "So, he is our boss for real?" One woman nodded. "Oh my God, why does our boss hide himself? But is he even human? How can someone be so handsome?" "I agree, the boss must not be human. He's a god. Look at his face, oh my God. If I had to choose between ten men or our boss, I'd definitely pick Mr. Demitri."

“So please stop assuming that I like for real. This will be the last time that we are going to have sex, tomorrow, everything will be forgotten and we will never do this again.” I gulped and I am stopping myself to cry in front of him. I don’t know if this because I feel so guilty because I still have Dimitri or this is because for him, this sex is nothing. I just nodded and flashed a smile. “Sure, boss.” I replied. I then looked away and closed my eyes as I am stopping myself not to cry or talk back. Probably I am developing feelings for my boss and this is very wrong. I love the thrill and the excitement of having him and fucking him. I am happy getting fucked by my CEO.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

What a jerk! "Are you done with planning the schedule?" He asked before I could leave the room. "Yes. I'm going to send it, I just need to convert it to a doc file" I stated. "I only ask you if you done." He said as I rolled my eyes. "And when I am talking to you, you look at me. I am your boss." He reminded. Who doesn't know he is my boss? Why is he always bragging? I slowly turned my back as his eyes were fixed on me. What a crazy boss?

“What b-llsh-t are you doing? Get your legs off the old man!” The thug subordinate felt wronged. Aren’t they thugs? Why is their boss so kind? “Boss…” The bald man shot him a glare. “Sorry, old man. My subordinate didn’t know the policies.” ‘What policies?’ The subordinate remorsed. “Have you seen this lady?” The bald man showed a sketch to the old man. “I know her, but I won’t say a thing if that boy won’t apologize.” The bald man kicked down his subordinate. “Sir, I’m sorry!”

The lights are off — but through the door, I hear it. Soft music. Familiar dialogue. “If we’re fated, we’ll meet again in the next life.” And a low, quiet whisper. “You will, Eun-bi.” I smile to myself, shaking my head. My boss — the man who once filed an HR complaint because I sneezed too enthusiastically — is a secret romantic disaster. And I’m the only one who knows. God help me. Because this is only Episode One.