Novel & Cerita The Insufferable Boss And I

Well fuck you and your unreadable fucking expression, son of a bitch . Did you at least read up, or rather browse on things personal assistants do in companies? He asked in a mockery laced voice, and I clinged my fists to suppress my rage. This guy was practically getting on my nerves by insulting me this much because he obviously has an edge over me, but I wasn’t going down without a fight. I’m afraid not sir, I was hoping that my boss was competent enough to guild me through the process, or perhaps I was wrong. I said with a straight face, and for fucks sake, the idiot of a boss smirked, he fucking smirked.

The only problem, my boss was someone that I cannot stand for 5 minutes before I was throwing insults at him. Lord, give me strength.

“I’m here because we think you’re reasonable.” “Last time I checked, I’m not an errand boy for the Syndicate that lures women and kids just to end up selling them. And I don’t suck my bosses dick for a fucking promotion.” I snarl, my anger beginning to rise. Carson scowls, clearly offended at my words. He wouldn’t be offended if it wasn’t true. He did suck his bosses dick. If I didn’t eat a delicious meal this morning I’d have even showed him the video. “Listen to me you fucking-“ he points a finger.

Danny replied with his voice quieter and almost hesitant. “As my what? What did you just say?” I cut in with a voice laced with bitterness, and I concluded with sarcastic laughter. “As my boss? The one who was always there just to tell me what to do, to make me feel guilty for things that weren’t even my fault? Is that the meaning of boss?” My hands clenched beside me. “I don't need you as a wall to just stand beside me and you can stop sponsoring me if you like.”

Looks like I will have to teach these simpletons a lesson. “Frankly guys, I feel a little bit offended. You waltz in here in the middle of the night with your guns, walking around like you own the place. You throw around orders and terrorise my staff. You shoot at me in my own home. Who is in charge of this little stunt? Where is your boss?” I ask. I wait, but I am literally met with just the sound of crickets chirping softly in the bushes.

“How was your day?” I squinted at him. “How does my condition make you think it went?” He gave me a look, the kind only brothers could master—equal parts sarcasm and concern. “Pretty bad,” he said, scrunching his nose. I sighed, propping my chin on my hand. “My boss is an asshole.” “Ah. There it is.” “Capital A Asshole. Arrogant. Moody. Probably sold his soul to the devil in exchange for that stupid jawline.”

the second one added. The boss sighed, rubbing his temples like I had given him a migraine. “Jesus Christ.” I smiled sweetly. “Hi.” His dark eyes locked onto mine, unreadable. “Still got an attitude, huh?” I shrugged. “Still holding me hostage, huh?” His jaw twitched. “You’ll break soon.” “You wish.” He exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re exhausting.” “I get that a lot.” One of the men chuckled under his breath. The boss shot him a glare, and the guy immediately shut up.

Casually, she crossed her arms, looking me up and down. “Looks like Cass will have to call someone to get rid of the rats; they’re getting bold, sneaking into the rooms.” She smiled, her red lips standing out against her fair skin. “If you’re looking for the Boss, he had to leave with Mr. Clark,” I said, positioning myself as a barrier so Rebeca couldn’t enter the room. The noble young lady’s smile quickly vanished, turning into an expression of disgust and anger. I stood firm, holding her gaze. We were the same height, so I didn’t let Rebeca intimidate me, keeping my head high as she grew increasingly irritated at failing to belittle me.

“Boss… I don’t know. One minute everything was normal, the next I felt so damn sleepy. Like someone hit me with a truck. I swear I fought it, but my eyes kept closing. It was like some kind of gas in the air. I don’t understand how…” I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, my knuckles white. “Gas? You’re telling me someone gassed my building and took her right out from under your noses? While I was in the damn kitchen?” Marcus winced but didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry, sir. We failed you. I failed you.” I released him with a shove, running both hands through my hair as I paced the room. My mind was racing, the wolf inside snarling and pacing with me. Clara was out there somewhere, scared, pro

“May I ask you to come with me for five minutes ma’am.” “W-What?! H-Hey old man, I-I don’t play with people that are way older than me! T-That’s pedophilia!” I was about to run away but then two men suddenly hopped outside a black limousine and take a hold of me. “Who are you?! L-Let go of me!” “I apologize Miss Peruvian but our boss wants to see you so please cooperate,” Edward said again. “Boss? Who’s boss? Are you a member of a mafia?!”