Novel & Cerita Narcissistic Boss Revenge

“So that’s it? You’re basically accusing me of incompetence and of being swayed by the words of an influential billionaire?” “Well, you are here in my house, aren’t you?” That was enough. Red with shame, anger, and indignation, I got out of bed, also naked, and pointed a finger at him as I protested: “Then do this, Masato. Find another idiot to do your dirty work. I’m going to tear up that contract into a thousand pieces and rebuild my life, just like I always have.” “You can’t. Didn’t you read the fine print? You belong to me until you get what I want.”

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. Few people have seen his face, few people know where he is, and few people know exactly what he does. I don't know what he does with all the money from the townspeople, since being so filthy rich I highly doubt he needs it. But hey, it's not like I'm going to ask. I've told you a thousand times that... "And I have

Giggling at myself, I take another sip of my water. "Miss Jones." Shit! The water forgets its downward trajectory as I cough and nearly spit. Fuck! He isn't in my imagination. I was actually fantasizing over and ogling the real him—my real boss. Before I can respond, Mr. Willis gestures toward the empty barstool beside me. "May I?" My head bobs before my lips move. "Y-yes." "I'm glad I caught you. I wanted to say something before we return to the office tomorrow."

"What do you want from me?" He took another step closer; the poor light outlined a jagged scar running across his cheek. "It's not about what I want," he said in a low voice as he squatted down to my eye-level. "It's about what my employer wants." I stared at him, reeling. "Your boss… Damien, I whispered, and it felt like a kick in the gut. He snorted. "Bright girl. Took you long enough." Anger flared in my chest for one blazing moment, overriding my fear. "Damien has no right to do this. Whatever he's planning-”

He laughs humorlessly, "And today I thought I would finally get rid of Nick but you had me fired." “Again, you have no one to blame but yourself,” I stated firmly this time, "I don't recall ever asking you to extort the customers, nor did I assist you in kicking out an important guest that resided in the penthouse or firing innocent employees because shit didn't go your way. You must be delusional if you think I was the only one who reported you. You consciously made an enemy of everyone here, so don’t you dare blame me for your actions.” I held his gaze, letting him know I was not intimidated by him. "Someday in one way or another, I will get my revenge on you. Remember that and remember me

"We then expose his immoral conduct to the media, to the rest of his company partners, and to the entire globe, striking where it hurts the most," I said in a low, calculated voice. I will make sure that everyone knows if what a worthless CEO he is. The night is cold and silent as I poured another wine on my glass. I'm in my work room, with the lights dimmed but not completely off. A small desk lamp hangs above my head, illuminating an old notebook where I put my initial revenge plan.

He had managed to get into his current position by using dirty methods to settle several disastrous accounts for the previous branch manager. He might dress like someone respectable, but beneath his suit, he was still the same thug. I stared at them through the glass. "Touch my family, and see what happens." Jane mistook my anger for fear and doubled over laughing. "If you're scared, sign the confession. Once you sign, the company will cover the shortfall. I might even leave you ten dollars for the trip home." She tossed the confession and a pen through the opening. "Think carefully." They turned and left.

Before I could even gasp, a whirlwind of energy collided with me, and Nina threw herself completely on top of me, pinning me to the bed. "Rea baby!" Nina squealed, peppering my face with a dozen frantic kisses. "I missed you so much, girl!" I laughed, trying to shield my face from her onslaught of affection as she finally sat up off me, smoothing down her outfit. "Doll, I am so, so sorry I haven't contacted you in months," Nina said, her tone instantly shifting into an dramatic whine. "You wouldn't believe the nightmare I've been dealing with. They changed our boss and replaced him with his nephew. Girl, let me tell you—even though he is incredibly handsome, he has the absolute shittiest per

" As his hand was going for her chin, I rushed over to grab it with one quick stride. "If she said she's not interested, then she's not. I've been quiet and let you do as you please, but it's enough now. This should be..." He jerked his hand away. "Why are you so bothered? She's not your wife and she's even barely your employee. I mean, what could you possibly pay her? She's worth a billion already." I got mad. "Don't..." "Stop." Abigail spoke above us. "Mr. Newman, you can't speak to my boss that way. We can't talk about personal matters here and..."