Romans & histoires You Re Not My Boss

The audacity of this man, just what is he trying to do after humiliating us like this? I glared at him. Mom looks at me in worry, "Who is he? Do you know him? Isn’t he the one at the event?" "He’s no one, just ignore him, mom." "I'm her boss, she works for me. And as boss, I feel obligated to take care of my employees. If you let me, Mrs. Brooks. I wouldn’t want to drive by seeing that it’s your special day at such bad weather," "Your boss?" Mom gasps while looking at me, "Well let’s go then. You shouldn’t be so disrespectful to your boss."

He tried to talk but nothing came out “That’s what I thought. We are not friends. I am your employer. You are my employee. I’m your boss. You work for me. That is our relationship. Whatever relationship you think that is going through your head, that you and I would have a chance at being friends… scratch that. Cancel it. Toss it in the bin. I hope I’ve made myself clear.” He nodded. “Good. Now get out with the maids and hold all the calls. I don’t want anyone to disturb me. Have I made myself clear?”

I asked and he glanced at me. I did not want him to take my tone as a rude one so I explained further, "you know, helping with my family and stuffs. You should have left your work behind." I paused. "What if your boss tells you to leave?" I asked. "My boss?" He smirked. "Yes, your boss." I replied pointedly. "I am the boss of myself." He replied. When he noticed I was silent for a while he glanced at me with amusement playing in his eyes and a small smile on his lips, "you thought I was working for someone?" He asked.

“And what exactly do you plan on doing all day at home?” He tilted his head slightly. “Depends.” “On what?” His eyes flicked down to me briefly. “On you.” My stomach did that stupid drop again. I hated it. I loved it. I stood up quickly. “I have work.” “You don’t.” “I do.” “You don’t,” he repeated calmly. I pointed at him. “You are not my boss.” A pause. Then, quieter— “No,” he said. “I’m not.” That tone again.

“No. I’m not.” “That doesn’t sound like it.” “What’s wrong with you? I have colleagues—and some of them are men. Are you telling me to avoid everyone who has balls?” “YES.” My eyes flared up in shock. “You’ve got no right to do that.” “Sure, I do.” His blue eyes turned to a fierce shade. “I’m your fucking boss.”

Desire is always a close friend of true love… ****** Surprised with his assertion, Liza stared at him, “You can’t do this, Mike.” Liza implored. “Says who? I am the boss.” Mike mocked. “I know, but I need to do my job. That’s what you are paying me for.” Liza reminded him. “Not anymore.” Mike said. “Not anymore?” Liza asked. “At least it won’t be like that for long…paying you I mean. As my wife, my money is yours, so indirectly, you are also the boss.” Mike reminded her.

She sized me up in disgust. “You’re dressed like a poor worker with zero taste. If I get you to meet our clients, you’ll only know how to drink. You don’t even know what to say. “Your pathetic appearance will only embarrass the company! Now, you’re talking back to me? If you waste any more of my breath, I’m going to forfeit your claim!”

“He even gave me this today. Said it would protect me.” Lydia’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the pendant. “That’s beautiful! And thoughtful. Most bosses don’t give gifts like that. Are you two…?” “No!” I said quickly, waving my hands. “Nothing like that. He just said he wants to be friends. Even though he’s my boss.” Lydia grinned and took a bite of her salad. “Friends with the big boss? That could be dangerous… or very interesting. So tell me about you, Clara. What did you do before this job?”

“Don’t mock my job. I love working, I get to see my boss, I have great coworkers, and for once, I feel like I’m doing something that’s mine. Plus, none of my actual clothes are suitable for my position at work.” “Nonsense,” her mother replied airily, steering her towards the crowd. “You’ll grow out of this rebellious phase soon enough. Then you’ll come home and take over your father’s business, just as you should. For now, we have guests to greet.” They went about greeting business partners and extended family. Kiera noticed the same pattern, they all had the same thing in common —same fake laughs, and the same empty pleasantries. “Oh, Keira! Look at you—all grown up!” one of her father’s co

Even I wasn’t expecting the way my voice trembled. His jaw tightened, a muscle ticking near his cheek. His eyes darkened, not with anger—more like frustration or something else I didn’t understand. “I’m your employer. It becomes my business if—” “No,” I cut him off, lifting my chin even though my knees felt like they could buckle at any moment. “You’re my boss. That’s all. Not my friend, not my family, not—” I bit down on the last part before it slipped out. “You don’t have the right to ask me about my personal life.”