Respectable Words For Boss Novels & Stories

He asked with a deliberate slow tone, stretching his arm on the table "And have you forgotten I specifically told you curse words are prohibited?" "I am sorry sir, but I think you should know that firing people is not cool and you should learn not to act like an asshole most times" I said to him in the most respectful manner I could manage. "Sir" I added to present my sentence in a more politeful way. He tilted his head, his dark gray eyes breaking into my blue ones through my glasses "You know you never fail to amaze me, Kelsie" I blinked innocently at him "I believe that's a good thing"

The man folded his arms, his eyes sharp on her, eyebrows drawn together in quiet judgment. “If not for Dixal, do you think I’d come here just to stare at your innocent face?” His tone carried a trace of insult. Her cheeks burned. 'Is this really how wealthy bosses speak? Will my future employer talk like this too?' “Ah, sir… I’m fine. You don’t have to come all the way here just to visit me.” She forced another polite smile, tried to stay respectful, and walked past him. “Do you even know where you’re going?”

“But you are my boss, its necessary I give to you the due respect, or else if we are too casual with one another, people might think we are involved in one office romance.” But then Dapo expression changes totally to anger. Bisola realized that a boss is an authoritarian, once he gave an order, you must followed his order, Bisola heaved out loudly first. “Alright I will try and get uses to calling you by name.” Bisola said and want to opened the door to leave. Dapo hold the door. “And I must commend you today. You did a very good job; well done.” Bisola turned back. “Thank you sir.” But then, there is a growl beside him, quickly Bisola changed her tune. “Thank you Dapo.”

Dillon exclaimed, jumping to his feet, but I immediately pulled him back down. I couldn't let him insult my bosses like that. Despite everything, they were still my employers, and they deserved respect. "Are you insane? Don't you know who my bosses are? Their power and status would put you to shame. I'd hate to see what kind of authority they display whenever someone crosses them. And as I said, it's no one's fault. I'm just tired, that's all," I explained, recalling the dominance they had displayed at the meeting last night.

“I know it sounds strange to you, Mr. Boss man. You’re used to ordering people around all day long, frustrating and stressing them out, but they have rights too. They can decide not do as you say and even speak up for themselves sometimes. Like I do.” “Like you do??” he exclaimed, amused. “Oh please, brown eyes.” he shook his head then, grabbing himself a drink. “First of all, I don’t command people all day long. They have rights, of course, but you. You don’t speak up for yourself, if anything you’re a scrawny little head with a sharp mouth.” “Scrawny? I am very well fed!” “I know. I just fed you.” he smirked, I gave him a look, scoffing. “You haven’t been feeding me all these years, you ca

“You won't do that.” “Ohhh she's fucking confident!” Mr Wolf instigated. “Why do you think he won't?” Boss number two asked. “Because he's a man of his words. An honourable man.” The devil chuckled. “I didn't know you thought so highly of me. I thought I was a pompous asshole?” “She called you that boss?” Mr Wolf's eyes widened. “No, I didn't. I really didn't. That wasn't me.” I shook my head vigorously.

My anger did not diminish as I continued, "Now, I would prefer to speak to your boss because I believe your brain has taken residence to your feet which is why you no longer know how to respect people." Without giving him any chance to speak, I turned around to leave, but his words ceased my steps as a cold shiver ran down my spine. "I am the boss here, and I know exactly who deserves my respect. Your intention is quite clear to me. I know what you are doing. So keep your masterful acting to your sleeves and get out. I have seen a lot of women like you," the man said. Such words nothing but fried my nerves and I turned back, gritting my teeth.

What kind of name is that, exactly? "You don't talk that way about my girl. You should show some respect and shut your fucking mouth if you want to keep your tongue, which also implies that you should continue to refer to me as Boss like everyone else. I won't think twice to fucking butcher your miserable ass if I even hear a different word when you speak to me." He speaks through his teeth to her. I was terrified by his tone, which sent chills down my spine. Her cheeks are weeping, and I can see it.

He defended, when he realized she was getting suspicious about his words. “Am not as dumb as you when you snub people who wants to connect with you” she said boldly, fulfilling her wish of talking back at him whenever she feels insulted by him again. “Hey, Am your boss! You dare not talk back at me?" He flashed her a warning glare. "You should show some respect. Not unless you want me to cancel your week off?” He threatened.

“If I had his kind of money, people wouldn’t notice if I had sheep shit on my hands or not.” Harold chuckled. “If you had his kind of money you wouldn’t have sheep shit on your hands to begin with.” “That’s not true and ya know it,” Roy grumbled as he slammed around the kitchen area cleaning up the mess he’d made while baking. “The boss is a hands-on boss. He gets down with the best of ya and ya’ve seen it. No need to talk so disrespectful.” Pete’s eyes gleamed mischievously. “He’s pretty hands on with that naked woman he brought back, I’ll give him that.”