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Behind my boss was a beautiful view of the tallest buildings and in between you could see the sun spew it's radiance down the city as the different windows reflected the light. "I maybe a strict boss as you have come to realize," he started. But strict? No, how about overbearing, irritating, scary, unpredictable,the list was endless. "But that doesn't mean I like seeing my employees starve to death. Enelor the doghnuts and the milk are for you as you couldn't wait for breakfast back at my house, you can have it here" Did he just? I was...I didn't know what to say. He seemed sincere and that startled me. For a moment there, I could see Mrs Jenna in him. I could see Mrs Jenna's kindness in him

I answered her question while bowing my head. I saw her eyes and shoulders droop because of my answer. "Is that so?" I could feel the pity in her voice this time. I stood up as a response to what she said. I heard her let out a sigh and say, "Okay, wash the piled up dishes in the sink so you can study again." Her kindness and helpfulness are some of the reasons why I am still working at her eatery until now, despite having many reasons to leave the job. One of those reasons is her strictness, but I understand her because I know she only thinks about the welfare of her eatery and her employees, which ultimately benefits us all. Plus, she only becomes strict with lazy workers like me.

I was immediately turned my glare to the person standing in front of me when I heard him whisper those words with a playful grin on his face that made me cringe a lot. "Stop fooling around, Cupid. I'm not your friend who you can just talk to like that. I'm your boss here and this is all about the job, nothing more, so back off." I mumble while keeping my damn face straight, showing him no interest at all, in whatever he was saying and more especially in his whole personality. It's annoying me.

Their boss is fierce not crazy so it is impossible to get angry or go crazy all the time. Betty put her hand on her waist, counseling her twin. "Oh my God, do you think our boss is insane? He's just a grumpy not crazy, he can't scold us if we don't make too much of a mistake. You say like that like just getting to know our boss"

is my face funny or I'm a comedian to him. "I rather get beaten and thrown out than walking away myself, my whole dream had been to work with you, you alone, I don't know if it is love, obsession or what..I don't even care to know!..everyone sees you as a cruel and heartless boss, yes they all hates and dread you because you are so mean and harsh, I myself don't care, I would give you my cheek to slap every minute you feel like..just if that would make me work for you...." He relayed slowly with his voice cracking like he would cry..

" I thought my words would make Felicia realize how unreasonable she was being. Instead, she slammed her hand on the desk, jabbing her long nails toward my forehead. Felicia yelled, "Who's the HR here, Wendy—you or me? Since when do you get to tell me how to do my job? No one else has an issue with the check-in policy except for you. Do you think you're special? "If you work here, you follow the rules. Otherwise, why even have a job? And if something this small interferes with your work, then maybe your inability to do it is the problem here. Try looking at yourself for once!"

Her voice dripped with mock concern as she meticulously applied a layer of blush to her cheeks. Stacy ignored her. It felt like every CEO in the city had an anger management problem, but Apollo Savage? He had turned being furious at her into a personality trait. In his eyes, she was a walking disaster. To be fair, she was a bit of a magnet for chaos. She knew she was skating on thin ice. His favorite mantra lately had been a cold and rhythmic warning that one more mistake would mean she was gone. "Mr. Savage," she said, stepping into his office.

Melissa has been following him around like a dog. He offers her a job and now they're office besties. Is Melissa doing this to make me jealous? I let out a hoarse, humorless laugh. I thought she was smarter than this. She was better off when she cried and yelled after every argument. At least she stayed, she never left. But whatever she's doing now is stupid. Moving in on my boss just to make me jealous, how pathetic. I walked over to my liquor cabinet and poured myself a drink. I took a gulp and it burned my throat but I liked it. If it was a war she wanted, then it's a war she would get.

Release this heavy fog like tension around us. “The boss would be an idiot if he did.” He looks over at me, a hint of a sad flicker. No fun and flirty from Jake, he’s still in serious mode. “My boss is sometimes an idiot.” I flutter at him cheekily. “He gets me drunk, irrationally drunk and lets me fall apart when he should know better.” “Maybe getting you drunk is the only time you’re truly yourself around him. That, and it’s easier to seduce you when you can’t see straight.” Finally, I catch that glint of cheeky in his eye. He visibly relaxes into casual pose.

"Treat me like your other staff." "You shouldn't be saying that. If you know how I treat my staff, you wouldn't like it. I'm usually very cold, unfriendly and rude towards them. I can make them pass out with just one glare. I'm a very strict and arrogant boss, intentionally or not." He laughed. "Why?" She wondered. "It's just necessary. I'm usually like that to everyone else. It's because you're my wife and I want our marriage to work out so I didn't bother to show that side of me to you and warmed up." He confessed.