The Perfect Day To Boss Up Novels & Stories

"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...!" ***

I saw message notifications and quickly click on it. 📩 Daisy,you are to carry out the task on Tuesday,the day of your departure. 📩Pick enough golds,the one you are capable of carrying without discomfort,so as not to arouse suspicion. 📩Make sure you come back on Tuesday with your task completed..we are all expecting you and good luck! I read the message from Boss and smiled. 📩Okay boss " I replied. I will have to shift my plan to Tuesday then...tomorrow is Monday.

she retorted back at me making me roll my eyes at my best friend. "Our apartments are on the opposite sides of the city, it's not very efficient for you to make a whole trip to the other side of the city and circle back here." I answered back to her and this time it was Andrea's turn to roll her eyes at me. "Whatever. But hey! Today is supposed to be a great day. That jerk we had as a boss has finally been put in his place and this is the first day that we are not seeing his face in the office." Andrea cheerfully said in her perky loud voice. Making me glad that we were the only people inside the elevator.

“You need this day, you know.” “I know,” I murmured, my voice softer than I intended. “No spying. No scandal. No creepy, over-involved boss with emotionally repressed rage. Just two hot women with money and trauma.” I laughed, genuinely laughed. “Why does everything sound better when you put it like that?” “Because I’m brilliant, obviously.”

I stared at him until he did it up, but not before I’d seen the scar. He probably played rough growing up. That makes me squirm in my seat and hot from head to toe. The word rough should not be a turn-on. Nothing about my boss should be a turn-on.Holy mustard and smokies, I need to stop staring.I cling to the fact that I know his ultimate weakness—a good grilled cheese. At least there’s that in this unholy power dynamic. I’m swimming in icy, shark-infested waters, and that grilled cheese has to serve as my life raft. “I can’t do that,” I say again, this time in more of a whisper. It sounds more like a question too.

She pretends to be perusing through some files. I turn around only to see the guy that ruined my morning today and even threatened to sue! What the fuck is he doing here? He glares at the receptionist and clears his throat, "Seems like you're having a very cheerful morning, Zoe." She fakes a smile. "Good morning, Boss." "You ruined it for me." Boss? ^^^^^^^

I command " I am working on it boss" He assures ################

Ava closed the door and leaned against it, her arms folded against her chest, "Alright, I need you talking immediately. What kind of trouble are you in?" I raised one eyebrow at her, intertwining my fingers behind my back, "What makes you think I'm in trouble?" She let out a short, humuorless laugh and pushed herself off the door. Ava moved toward me with deliberate steps, closing the distance between us. Her fingers brushed against my arm as she passed, the touch lingering on my skin. The security monitors casted a blue glow across her face, highlighting the intensity in her eyes. "The new boss," she said without preamble, "the one they call the Maestro. He's making waves."

The man paused, looking at them, scanning—his eyes showing that he was almost believing them. Then— “Today is the last day anything of this nature will occur,” he stated, voice firm. “You will always manage to report to me when I want. And if this ever happens again?” He huffed, strolling to the front of his desk. “You know.” The three men kept quiet. The Boss breathed. His tense shoulders relaxed. “Rain,” he called. “Yes, Boss,” Rain answered. “We received two barrels of moon essence yesterday instead of five,” he informed.

As the boss lady finally turned to face her, Hazel’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of the imposing figure seated behind the desk, The air crackled with tension as their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills, years of unease simmering beneath the surface. With a cold smile, the boss lady drawled, "Well, well, well, if it isn't little Miss Perfect. How the mighty have fallen!”