Respectable Words For Boss Novels & Stories

I finished thinking it over and he chuckles. "A good boss makes his employees feel valued," he replied amused as we sat down. "And your hand on my thigh is, your way of making me feel valued?" I asked rolling my eyes and he frowned running his hand through his hair. "I'm not really good with words," "Weren't you named one of best inspirational speakers of the decade?" "Yes, but when it comes to...expressing myself, words don't come as easy, Amelia," he said frustrated his hand moving to my knee and a thought flashed through my mind.

Your husband is a very kind boss, and he deserves to be respected. There was no doubt that her husband was a good boss. He was always admired by his employees because of his genuine concern for them. Marco was more than just a boss; he was a leader. But that wasn't the point. They were talking about something completely different. "But still, you shouldn't be too formal with him. Calling him 'Mr. Salameda' sounds too cold." She chuckled and then sipped on her wine. "I have some suggestions." "What do you mean?"

I was going to give her the taste of her medicine. She was going to know that she is in for a tough time with me and I was not going to take it easy on her. “I think I may be blind to see that you were standing there, boss,” she responded. The way she dragged the word boss made the hairs on my skin stand. This girl knew where to come from to make me angry. “I will ignore your foolishness. In case you have forgotten, I am the boss here. Not you. And you, Raveena, work under me with utmost respect. Like you already know, I do not tolerate any form of disrespect.”

I thought the CEO of a company was an old man, 40 years old and above, but the one in front of me might be younger than me, or in his 30s, oh no. “W-we’re done, s-sir.” I said, stuttering. Mrs. Rival was behind me, and I think she was just watching to see if I passed with my boss or if I’d be fired immediately. I hope not, Lord. Please… amen. “Okay, just follow me, you may go now,” Sir Legaspi said to Mrs. Rival. Carrying the cleaning cart, we went back to the boss’s office… sir… how do I call him? Boss.

That's such an absurd idea! “Autumn?” Jaxon, my boss, called me out. I guess he noticed that I'm clenching my fists so hard. I relaxed my hands and then sighed as I averted my gaze from my boss. Those two are really a pain in the ass. “Mr. Par—” “What did I tell you?” “But, sir, you're my boss, I can't possibly be casual with you...” “Then I order you to speak casually with me whenever we are with friends that we can trust. Is that cool? 'Cause it's pretty uncomfortable to be called as Sir and Mister when eyes aren't really on me.” He explained, “Plus it makes me feel really old.”

"Show-off." Tony rolled his eyes as Sierra stepped out. "You just don't get it. This is called being ceremonious." Sierra blinked. Were they really arguing over something like this? It was as if Marcus had flipped some strange switch inside his brain the moment Tony joined them. "Miss is our boss now, and a boss should come across as serious and capable." "What's with the stereotype?" Tony looked pleased with himself as he closed the door behind Sierra. "Being our boss is a status, not a personality."

Never heard someone say such words directly to me. Stanley went to the cupboard, fetched some files, and then returned to dump them in front of me. "What are these for?" I asked, trying my best to maintain a respectful tone. "Sir, use 'sir.'" my crude boss chirped in. "Sir," I corrected myself but I guess he wasn't satisfied. "Repeat your sentence," he ordered. "Sir, what are these for, sir?" I repeated, hoping he'd be satisfied this time. They are for the presentation tomorrow. Take them home and write something valuable you're to present in front of the board tomorrow morning by 8."

“I’ve been around words for a while. They feel like home.” She leaned in a little, lowering her voice. “Speaking of home… Do you know what people call our boss outside this building?” I blinked. “No, what?” “The Cold Demon.” I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “Yes now!” she said, whispering dramatically. “They say he’s this shrewd, cold-hearted perfectionist. Barely smiles, never jokes, and if you mess up around him? Forget it. He’ll ice you out faster than HR can type your resignation letter.”

“Just shut up and don’t be rude to others. What you did to the manager is inappropriate.” He arched his brow and scoffed. “And what you’re doing is appropriate? Is that what you mean?” I frowned. “You know what, you’re really a mean person. Why don’t you carry your good side when you’re outside?” “That rhymes, huh?” “I am not joking here, Eli. You better compose yourself and value respect—” “I am the boss.” “So? If you’re the boss, you can be as mean as you wanted to be?” Okay, I had enough. And where did I get my guts? I know I am crossing the line.

"Did you get anything out of them?" my boss asked him in a grim tone. He looked feral, like the devil himself, gone was his repartee self. "Yes my lord." The thug replied with a slight bow to my boss. What kind of endearment, was it? It was the twenty-first century for god's sake. What was my boss, a fucking king or something? The hulk was extremely reverenced towards my boss. He looked a little edgy around Jedrick. I couldn't believe a guy his size was intimidated by my boss.