My Younger Boss Novels & Stories

, I said, smiling. "So tell me how is your job going, and oh!! My God I forgot to say. I saw you on the tab with your boss, you were so cute and lovely honey", she said with a tinge of pride in her voice. I chuckled. " Thanks mum", I said. "Hope you and that hot looking Boss of yours is getting along", she asked. I rolled my eyes, I don't know how many ceaseless times have done that . "Not really", I said.

Jennifer raised her hand in the air to shut him up "What has gotten into you? You of all people knows that you can't mix with the commoners." "I don't care." "I do care. I'm your mother and I know what is good for you. You're going to become the CEO of your dad's company in few months, what is wrong with you?" "Mom." "Is it because of a girl?" "Mom." "If it's because of a girl, let her transfer instead. I'm ready to pay her school fees." "It's not because of a girl. It's because I want to have some fun before I become a CEO."

"How can...how can you can be the boss.. and so cruel more than that...even when you are 2 years smaller than me.." "Age doesn't make you mature, circumstances does." She replied.

Including me. Blake nod. "Yeah, except for me since I'm the manager. Boss is only here for this week and she will be back in her hometown. Maybe you will meet the other Bosses at the end of the month. They are having a gathering here since this is the third franchise of the cafè." Hmm, sounds like our boss is one of tue ruler of the Philippines. "They're freshly graduates right? And the youngest of them is a high school student?" I heard that information from my friends.

Anticipating the subject she was discussing, I interrupted the conversation. "Who will boss you around?" I looked at her with a mocking smile on my lips. "Joshua!" Betty came towards me, exuding happiness. She was one of the oldest maids in the house, and she accompanied me throughout my adolescence. "Betty, what has time done to you? You're getting younger every day!" I smiled gently, greeting her. "Don't be a liar," she said with a laugh. "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you. You were just a little boy. And now... you're ready to have your own little boy."

My hands were sweaty. — Lisa Miere, as I was telling you, is a young woman who joined the company not long ago. However, she has shown with her charisma and enthusiasm that she is capable of performing any task related to photography, Thiago explained to Eduardo. I felt happy that he saw me that way, but at the same time, it was annoying to recognize my role as both an employee and a boss again. — She's undoubtedly a charming woman, Eduardo added, looking at me.

Except for me it was precisely at the right time at the exact location. “I would like to believe that you would have, yes. Your boss would have been very injudicious not to have appointed you.” I smile down at her. I wasn’t even sure what position she was planning to apply for and it wouldn’t and shan’t ever matter, because I don’t do the interviews or really have an opinion on such low ranking employees. I was their boss’s, boss’s boss. “Here is to me drinking my new Boss’s wine and to what I believe will go down as the weirdest job interview in history.” She makes a toast and cheers her glass into the air. “Even this beats my old job” Her words are soft as she lowers the glass.

He says the last part in a mimicking voice. "Of course you do. I gave you a tough time down there." "Not as much as my boss will be giving you from now hence forth." "Your boss." I puff out my lips. "So you also have a boss?" "I do." "Oh, wow. At least you have a boss. At least you're employed and make money just like me." I open my mouth and widen my eyes now remembering Collins. "My ex didn't have a boss and he blamed me for it."

"So, your boss. He seems... intense." "He can be," I acknowledged. "But he's been very supportive through all this." "Hmm," Dad grunted, clearly reserving judgment. "He's older than you." "By eight years," I said. "It's not that much." "And he's your boss." "Yes, but I don't report directly to him," I repeated Alexander's explanation. Dad studied my face. "Are you happy?" The question caught me off guard, just as it had when Ethan asked. "I think so," I said honestly. "It's still new, but... yes."

I was going to lose my job. Heart racing in my chest with my fingers shaking, I knocked twice on the door. His gruff voice asked me to come in and I pulled the door open and walked in. My boss was older than I was. Not as old as my father or the man my father had wanted me to marry but he was older. Certainly more than ten years older, I could tell. “Sir,” I called nervously, keeping my voice low. I couldn't lose my job. For a few seconds, my boss didn't look at me as he continued to type on his laptop. The way he regularly disregarded me or acted like I wasn't there ever since I started working for him had been making me more nervous and annoyed.