Sao Bosses の小説・ストーリー

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.

"The Library needs a Host. If the baby doesn’t take the throne, the tower will fall and drown everyone out there." "She’s lying," Sarah said, stepping in front of June. "The tower doesn’t need a boss. It needs a Key." "I am the Key!" The CEO roared, raising a silver machine. A black beam shot toward Sarah. Dante jumped in front of her, taking the hit. He crashed into a shelf, shattering hundreds of jars. A cloud of colorful mist filled the room. "Dante!" June screamed, trying to crawl to him, but she had no strength left.

Aaron asked. "Don't be an asshole, Aaron. Strangers call me everytime." I said, "okay, my bad, Boss" Aaron said, repeating the question. "Well, I don't quite know how exactly to answer that and be correct. I did get a call from unknown numbers. "But I was on the call with one of them when your own call came in. I thought that was out of line and strange." I said. "I think someone is on his way to ambush you. And he's not the only one. He is coming in the company of his men and I tell you for a fact, they are not so nice." Aaron said.

~2 months later~ The press has been relentless. Always trying to snap photos of me. Of Atlas. Of us together. We always made the headlines. “CEO Atlas Jones and new girlfriend Calliope Blackwood” “Calliope Blackwood, A Gold Digger?” Atlas eventually decided to hold a press conference to address the issues publically. I haven’t been feeling good lately. I’m laying on the couch cuddled up with not so small Titan watching it live.

"What the hell are you guys doing there instead of helping with the unloading?" One of the men came running to me and explained, "Boss, those motherfuckers lent 60k from us and haven't returned it yet. We managed to catch them tonight while they were planning to steal a few boxes from us." "So you are beating them to death? How is this a solution?" I questioned, and he hung his head in shame. "Give them some permanent damage for trying to screw us. Chop off a few fingers or toes, you idiot." His face glowed as he exclaimed, "Got it, Boss," and ran back to his group to inform them of my order. Those two culprits cried out in protest as my men brought out their knives.

“The Boss sent this for you.” I held out my hands, and he dropped a white, rectangular box into them. It was a top-of-the-line smartphone, the most expensive model being advertised. I stood there, completely stunned. “There must be a mistake… This…” “The Boss doesn’t make mistakes,” he said, turning his back and walking away, leaving me confused with the box in my hands. I hid it under my apron and hurried back to my room.

Sleeping with your new boss is not the kind of thing that looks good on anyone's resume, not to mention the awkwardness it creates around the office. And two... I was pissed. I want you so badly, Aria. I need you" and now he didn't recognize me? What an asshole! With his ridiculous indoor sunglasses, his oh-so-cool cigarette, and his stupid black borderline-tuxedo. I hated him. Work was painfully slow that day. It seemed that the arrival of Logan Mendel. his name was Logan, just plain old Logan, not any of the aforementioned exotic names such as Blaze, Blade, Slade, or Jethro...

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

It’s all starting to feel overwhelmingly hopeless, until— The Boss steps in. Alexander Mancini. XXX