The Perfect Day To Boss Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

I do not want to feed her cowardly lies that will come back to bite me later. “I will figure that out soon, Julie. If you come up with a better idea, please share it with me. In the meantime, I have a long day tomorrow. I need to be punctual because I cannot afford to irritate the new boss on the first day. Let us just go to bed.” I state as a kick erupts in my heart about tomorrow. “Someone is excited to meet the new boss, huh? Is he single? Hot? Who even is he?” She asks, as if I know. Or as if it matters whether he is all that.

At least, not yet. Upon seeing me, he attempted a smile. That alone nearly warranted a bullet in his forehead. “Boss,” he said, nodding as if this were an ordinary evening. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.” I advanced slowly. Every action, intentional. “I’m sure you didn’t.” He had the nerve to shrug. “Is everything alright?” “Let me ask you something.” I crouched down in front of him. “Did you believe you could outsmart me? Or were you aware that you were facing death and thought you might as well enjoy the plunge?”

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“I’ll show them. I’ll show them what happens to a boy who plays games with Kroos. I’ll drag him out myself if I have to.” His voice carried enough venom that even the bartender, used to gangsters of every shade, found a reason to busy himself at the other end of the counter. Back at his mansion, The Boss sat in his leather chair, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, but he looked more alive than he had in weeks. The broadcast had drained him—the preparation, the performance—but it had also fed him something he hadn’t tasted in years: power through presence.

I nod at her, smiling. “Sounds good. You can leave early tomorrow because of it,” I respond. She claps her hands together, doing a quick and small victory dance. I laugh, rolling my eyes. “I know, I’m the best boss ever.” “We should get you an award and show it off to everyone who visits the lab,” Jessica snorts, “I can see the headline now: Healer M wins Best Boss Award for the third year in a row!”

I wish I could see the face of the person that made our boss look like that it would have. " Is there anything else you want to say" Her boss asked bringing her out of her reverie " N- no boss nothing else" she answered and rushed to the door and shouted at her boss " Boss you are awesome, you are now my idol" Before slamming the door shut. •~• Mo Enterprise •~•

ANNA’S POV Boss ended the call with that same infuriating smirk on his lips….calm, relaxed, amused. He never looks angry. He never raises his voice. But don’t let that smile deceive you. The devil at least warns you before he drags you to hell. Boss doesn’t. He dropped the phone beside him and exhaled, a thick puff of smoke filling the room, the heavy scent of tobacco crawling into my lungs. The smoke curled above his head like a crown….fitting for a man who ruled over monsters.

As if he needed baby-fucking-sitting. "When?" John asked. He thrust his chin out to one of the girls, ordering the Asian one, without words, to give up his seat. Once he sat down, he drew out a bud, lit it, took a couple of puffs, and began passing it around. "Are you not enjoying your day, boss?" "No. I'm not enjoyin’ my fuckin’ day," he snapped, "not until Elizabeth returns." "Boss, want me to trace her phone?" John asked.

"Pass. Hey, did you update the boss?" "A long time ago. Relax. Your deal. Pay up."