Stolen By The Boss Novels & Stories

“You're poor and your family needs you, right? So, you have to sign this right away.” “But why should I do it?” “Don't talk too much because you're out of work! I've burned down your journalist's office! Until nothing remains, including the people inside, I've locked them up!” Then Riccardo pulled out his cell phone with a video of my office burning down until there was nothing left, and everyone was locked in the office. Riccardo already knows me well, even before I tell him about anything, I thought my disguise would work, but I was wrong.

He asked. “I swear by my life, sir,” I cried, trying to avoid his glare, but for some reason my eyes moving back to his. “It was just an honest mistake.” And some fucked up universe coincidence. Seriously, how did all these happen? What are the chances that someone relocate to a new city and end up in bed with a father and son, and the next morning you find out they are your boss. Seriously, even novels don't write such bullshit stories. He was quiet for a moment. Then he bit his lower lips,

“This is on the house both the coffee and the cookies.” “I don’t need your pity cookies.” She looked away and my eyes filled with remorse, I can’t let my boss find out about this. This job is the only thing I have, and I need it for Ethan. I watched as she took the coffee slowly, I should not have stared out of the glass, I kept staring at the ceiling, the fear in my heart slowly subsiding when she paid and she walked away angrily. —-

I was nervous because if something bad happened to our boss, we’d be blamed and lose our jobs. I was out of breath, so I stopped running for a moment. “Damn it, where’s that attention-seeking guy who kidnapped the boss?” I muttered while wiping my sweat. Then I saw the man tying up our boss, and I smiled. “I thought this would be harder,” I said as I slowly approached. I kicked the man who had taken the boss and beat him up. Just in time, Jen arrived and helped me beat up the kidnapper of our monster boss. We quickly left when we heard footsteps approaching—it might be his accomplices.

one by one, searching, reading, judging. ‎“Good day, boss,” they greet in unison. ‎“Nothing is good about today!” I roar, my voice exploding through the room. Some of them flinch immediately. ‎Silence falls. ‎“Someone had the mind to steal from me,” I continue, my tone now deadly calm. “And all of you helped Pedro offload those goods… didn’t you?” ‎“Yes, boss,” they reply together, though their voices tremble. ‎“Good.” I take a step forward, my eyes burning into them. “Now tell me....which one of you had the guts to leak the location of that warehouse to my rivals?”

The pressure of work must have ruined her boss's sanity. ​The burden of leading a multinational company had caused Mr. King to suffer a psychological breakdown, hallucinating that he was a fictional monster from a trashy novel, and then somehow the man ended up naked on the roof of his own company's building before Nichole accidentally brought him home. ​Everything suddenly made sense! Her boss was a madman who needed a psychiatrist's help, not a mythical werewolf.

I didn't want to touch a nerve again. “People are going to think I'm fucking the boss!” Cleo exclaimed. “But you’re not,” I said. Cleo turned away from me. “It doesn’t matter,” Cleo cried out. She paced the restroom for a moment, then spun around to meet me. “Technically, I'm not fucking the boss but I'm kind of his family now, right? What if it was his favor that got me there? I work my ass off in my field to have a man take credit for my hard work. I work my ass off to doubt my own abilities because my boss is family now. You may think this is convenient for me but I hate it. I hate it so bad!” Cleo paced again.

And no other man, including Mazov couldn't touch her. It was eight in the evening when Mazov walked in his room. She was sitting on his bed with her head rested on her knees. He sat beside her and pulled out a photo from his pocket. " Your last test is to steal the pen drive from this man. " He told giving the photo to her. " Isn't he Mr. Rodriguez? Our Health minister.. " Catalina asked surprised. " No, he is a thief for me. With this, I will check your persuasion skills and presence of mind. He will be in Hotel Dalefess. Is it okay ,kitty? " Catalina nodded. She hid her smile forming on her lips. The task was so easy.

"I ran in front of him and stopped him, greeted him and told him there was a bird with a human face down the street and asked if he was interested in seeing it and he said no, I told him my water bed was on fire he should come help put me out, can you believe boss, he looked at me like I was nuts. When those two didn't work, I told him there was a human with a bird face up the street, he should come see it, he sad no. He has a problem boss." "Is that what you did?" His boss gritted his teeth. "Yes boss." "We have a problem." "What is it boss?" "The problem is you, Clement." "Sorry boss." "I should blow your brains out already." "No please boss, I will do better next time." "You don't belong

Andrew stood with his arms crossed, peering out the window. I'm sorry to say that, Mr. Boss, but I really don't know. It was reported that most of the men already treated Salvetti as Capo, looking to him for guidance and advice more so than the Capo himself, even though Salvetti was the underboss and would only become boss when the Capo died or retired. "That's what most men will assume, and they'll be staring at you all day long. A lot of them have a crush on her."