My Lady Boss Novels & Stories

Someone stood to introduce him — a woman with pearls and carefully managed enthusiasm — and the words arrived with the timing of something from a nightmare. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is our CEO, Mr. Cazien Wolfe." I tried to look normal. This is, I would realize later, one of the more underrated human survival skills: the ability to rearrange your face into something that communicates nothing in the immediate aftermath of discovering that you have just called your future employer a d*ck to his face on a public street in front of fifteen witnesses and at least three phone cameras.

"You know the work, you know the people and you know the structure of the company. You know the men and women who worked for your father in the past. Your services would be invaluable to me and the company. I promise you I will pay you a good salary, you can rest assured about that.” “Mr. Harris, do you think that money can buy anything." She retorted with anger. "You know but there are some things which money cannot buy and I am not for sale. I would be happy to help you with work in the company but I will not allow myself to work under you. Tell me for how long you need me to come to the office to sort everything. But don't expect me to work for you as your personal assistant, I won't do i

The employee or the boss? “Go prepare the car, I'm going to do shopping.” “And why do I have to obey you? The boss is Mr. Hilaire.” Aaron couldn't help but look at her tanned skin, her neckline, her big breasts. She yawned and then stretched her body, her breasts bristled, her navel appeared and he looked at her flat stomach. “Simply because I am the boss's daughter.” He looked away and was trying to think of something else so as not to erect.

Or was it her imagination playing with her reality? She was jolted back to reality when she heard the sound of the stiletto and it stopped when she saw the lady standing before her giving her a questioning look that said 'why are you staring at my boss like that?' and it was as if Adele got the message and she immediately asked the lady who was the god of manly beauty that she saw just now? She could never believe that that man was Mr Drew, that was impossible, Mr Drew was an ugly man and with the rumours, he could not be anywhere close to this Adonis, and she wanted to know if there was another Mr Drew but it was as if the lady was not interested in giving her the information she needed, th

To kill her unborn child and make her disappear forever. She forced herself to stay perfectly still, breathing shallow so they wouldn’t notice she was awake. The shorter man leaned back in his chair, cracking his knuckles. “Boss lady is one fine piece. Pretty bitch with a nice ass. I’d hit that any day.” Scar laughed low. “She used to be a model, right? I’ve seen her face over some billboards.” “Yeah, model,” the shorter one grinned, showing crooked teeth. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck that. But for now I’ll settle for the fat paycheck she’s giving us. Ten grand each just to make dump some shit. Easiest money I’ve made in years.”

“That lady boss used to be a call girl. In the end, the landlord’s wife came looking for her, and it seemed like that woman even argued with somebody. A mistress to one of the gang leaders in the northeastern region. What was the mistress’ name?” The restaurant owner could not recall the name for a moment. He then turned his head and called out to his wife. “Hey, that woman, the one that found out the opposite restaurant has a problem, what was her name?” Women usually could recall matters regarding another woman very well. The owner’s wife immediately said, “Oh! That woman! She’s really very sl*tty! I heard she used to be a small actress, and she is called…Cindy Miller. This Cindy Miller ha

I shouted, slamming my fist on the desk. "You have no idea what kind of woman—" "Oh, I know," she cut in, her voice suddenly sharp. "The famous widow of Lorenzo Russo. The professional model gracing every front cover in Chicago, now known as the ‘boss lady’..." she spat the last words out like venom. "There’s something off about her," she added, sitting upright like she was about to reveal the key to a mystery. "And what exactly is that?" I asked, knowing full well she was about to spout nonsense.

“Shit! Boss Luke is here!” She is actually a boss she was in front of now, and it appears that she is in a hopeless situation. Her tone of voice is, "Huh? Are you okay? You're pale." Carina, the lady. And that's when Mallory's situation becomes clear current state of her. That his boss's entire family is present in front of him in addition to her boss, Luke. The chairman of the business she works for is Donya Carina. She stared at the two and immediately sank into her mouth. Oh my god! How much more did she tell you?

The guard was taken aback by the lady's harshness, but didn't dare say a word. She was Lady Esme, the Don's personal cook and his eldest and longest worker. She made rules for the workers to follow and no one dared oppose her. Opposing her meant opposing the Don,and the outcome was always something not to be experienced. They entered the luxurious suite like place,and Amaya couldn't help but admire it's beauty. She had thought the exteriors of the place was wow, but this sight before her almost made her breathless. Even her father's mansion didn't measure up to this.

The other lady beside her who seemed more like a boss lady was responsible. Boss lady was a tall, lanky and dark skinned beauty. She was dressed in a white two piece designers jumpsuit that ended midthigh exposing her generous legs that ended in a silver stilleto heel which matched with her silver purse. Her choice of her extension was straight and black, and, she left it unpacked, adding to her subtle femininity. She was indeed a black boss lady. The both ladies stopped when they got to where the young man sat. "Enyinnaya Amadi" the man said stretching his hands out for a handshake to the light skinned lady. A smile crowning his gorgeous face.