The Boss Novelas e Histórias

She knew his boss was rich, but Ali never told her how loaded her boss would be! “Now, we will travel to my private island, but before we enter this plane, you need to assure me that you will be giving this your full attention. I need to win this deal, Ms. Knight,” he said in a serious tone, and all she could do was nod and hope she would not mess up, “Good.” He said and walked inside of the big plane.

Our Boss asked with a cold voice. Our Boss, Mr Soman was a fat man with potbellied stomach. He drank. A lot. We all knew it. He reeked of Alcohol most of the time. "Me, sir?" I asked and he still continued to glare. "It's Maisy sir." We heard a shaky voice behind us making us turn our head to a woman, our co worker, holding a mop in one hand and a bucket in another. "So why are you just standing there?" He asked and she shook.

Every offence has a punishment" I said "Ma'am... but I returned the money... " " And I returned your mum, didn't I ? Well.... we fulfilled our parts of the deal but didn't mean that I forgave you for stealing from me" " But ma'am.. " " You stole from me. I hate that" " Ma'am I... " " Stop! Boss hates people stealing from her. What do we do to her? Asked one of my men "Where's the whip? I asked " Right here ma'am"

"Alice? Alice!" My boss called my name, trying to regain my attention. I looked at him, a bit spacey. My gaze was focused on him, but my thoughts were elsewhere. "Did you hear what I said?" "What?" I was completely distracted. "Huh... Yeah..." I closed my eyes slightly, trying to recall his words. Without success. The only thing I could remember had to do with Mr. Scott's son and nothing else. "Alice?" He frowned, looking at me suspiciously.

The chair itself was roaring authority. "Босс " ( Boss) All stood from their chairs as he entered. He was the one with whom I had dinner before. His shirt was crumpled. His eyes looked tired. Before our eyes could meet I turned my head. He definitely was the owner of this house because everybody would listen to him and he acts like he owns this.

How else would the boss even know about me? Curious about the boss, she asked, "Ms. Davis, what's the boss like? I'd love to meet him someday and say thanks to myself." Sunny felt a little sad and smiled, "Our boss is super young and already doing great things. He's only in his twenties, but he likes to keep a low profile. He runs the company without anyone seeing. Maybe one day, you'll get to meet him." Evelyn gazed in awe. "Wow, to be so young and already running a big company, that's amazing!" She had never guessed that the big boss, the chairman, was actually her husband, the same guy she thou

"I have pending work. Stop wasting my time. You’re not my boss yet as far as I know." Outwardly, I sounded whole and dignified. Inside, I was trembling. If Andrew managed to buy those shares, he would be the majority owner of this company. He would also become my boss, and I knew he would end up firing me. I would be left without a job. It would be my end. "Your father wants to have lunch with you and Amanda," he informed me from behind. I froze at that information. He walked past me, satisfied. "You won’t be able to refuse this time. That is your current boss," he mocked as he walked past me and left the room.

But Sir always knew when I lied. My boss, I typed. I don't know why. I can't stop thinking about him. Long pause. Then: Interesting. Tell me about him. What does he look like? Dark hair. Dark eyes. Sharp features. He's tall. Commanding. Cold, usually, but sometimes he looks at me like— Like what? Like he's seeing something underneath. Something I keep hidden. And does that excite you? The idea that he might see the real you? Yes.

"Really? Katlyn did that when she was little?” I rounded the corner, and the world seemed to tilt. Sitting at our small dining table, looking perfectly handsome and deceptively innocent in a fresh navy suit, was my boss. He looked up, his grey eyes gleaming with a dark, intense focus that pinned me to the spot. "Oh, hi, Assistant." I stood frozen, my hand gripping the doorframe as I stared at him in utter shock. My grandma noticed me first. "Katlyn! Don't just stand there being disrespectful," Nana scolded, though her eyes were bright with excitement. "How clumsy could you be to leave your bag at the office? Your very generous boss brought it back to you personally.”

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.