The Insufferable Boss And I Novels & Stories

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?!”

"Hey, stop it! I'm going to mini market for a moment, you can wait here!" "Wa ... wait a minute, Boss! ehm ... how about if I come? I can help carry your things!" "No, that's not necessary!" he said, trying to avoid physical contact with me. "It's okay, Boss! I'll ..." "No! and stop calling me boss. Do you understand?" he said holding back annoyed. "Ok, Boss!" "Agh...!" ***

Ella answered. “This is why I didn’t want to hire an idiot lieI don’t care about your stupid personal life Miss Nelson. If you do not get your ass down here in ten minutes, then you can consider yourself fired,” her boss stated. Austin frowned at the tone of her boss. The report did not lie about her boss hating her because she refused to sleep with him. What a disgusting old man. He refused to fire her just so he could make her life a living hell. She was his daughter’s age and yet, he wanted to have an affair with her. People like him sickened him.

After examining the condition of Ouija boarders, they became more and more confident in Sensationalism's writing. Roxanne was delighted that her article was noticed by everyone. When she scrolled to the bottom, the author's name changed to editor-in-chief Sophia. The comments were all praising Sophia's writing and investigative skills. Roxanne glanced at it, then turned it off with an expressionless face. She was used to this. However, she was only a small employee, so she couldn't refute anyone. The people in the room all felt resentment for Roxanne, but there was nothing they could do. Seconds later, it was announced that the staff had gathered in front of the lobby. Today, the president o

I knew I was going to regret my words later but I couldn't help my furiousness. "I have never been this insulted in my entire life." He exclaimed, looking like he had just seen another head grow from my neck. My brain kicked my proper thinking back to life. "I'm sorry." I apologized shabbily. "That's such a great insult," a smile slowly appeared on his lips, "but I liked it in a way." He frowned again. "That doesn't mean you can insult me that way ever again, I'm your boss."

she inquired. I sighed and let out, "My boss hates me." "Doesn't everyone's boss hate them?" I laughed and said, "Maybe." My voice saddened as I added, "But his hatred just feels more personal. I wonder why. I don't think I ever did anything to step on his toes." "You were probably his ex-wife in the previous life," she joked. "Yeah, right. As if that's possible." I shook my head at her ridiculous suggestion. "You should watch more supernatural shows to know what can or can't be possible."

“Maybe I should stay. I could help, I mean I just identified the mechanism—” He cut me off without raising his voice. “This is my company, not your playground. Get out.” The insult landed like a physical blow, wounding my pride more than any of his threats. He wasn't afraid of me; he was….irritated. “What a jerk,” I muttered. “You know, I’ve concluded you might actually have a personality disorder.” The junior associate went pale, “Miss, he’s the bosss—boss you…ahh..” He didn’t react.

And suddenly, he stopped and pulled away. "It's not going to work like this, I'm not a jerk boss who fucks his employees in the office, but you're wearing out my self-control. You're driving me crazy, girl, and that's only happened to me once in my life. We need to solve this somehow." He said, sitting on the other end of the couch with his face buried in his hands.