Novel & Cerita You Re Not My Boss

“I’ll get you something. And before you say I shouldn’t, I will remind you that I am a billionaire. And kind of your boss.” “You are not my boss,” she replied, shaking her head. “I own the building,” he said. “Yes, but you don’t own Starbucks I work for them. You can’t fire me. You can kick my employer out of the building, but you can’t directly fire me. So, you’re not my boss,” she explained. He liked the way she smiled as she said it. “Well, that’s good then,” he smiled. “I don’t have to worry about any of those pesky employee dating rules.”

“But I can explain. It's not what you think.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “You were in your boss's house, wearing his shirt,” he said, his voice accusatory. “He's not just my boss,” I said, trying to explain. “He was my friend first before he was my boss.” “It doesn't matter,” he said, his voice dismissive. “He is still your boss, and you need to remember that. You shouldn't be so close to him,” he continued, his tone becoming more insistent. “You know he's engaged, right?”

“You would no understand. You run on espresso and arrogance.” “Better than sugar and chaos.” “Excuse me, chaos got you your current boyfriend,” I said, looking up at him. “You are welcome.” He attempted to hide a grin “Right. Remind me again why you did not go to work today, Mr. CEO?” I sighed dramatically. “Because even bosses deserve rest. I can’t come and die. The employees are not the only ones who need off days. I’m also human, you know.” “You are not an employee, you are the CEO.”

Danny replied with his voice quieter and almost hesitant. “As my what? What did you just say?” I cut in with a voice laced with bitterness, and I concluded with sarcastic laughter. “As my boss? The one who was always there just to tell me what to do, to make me feel guilty for things that weren’t even my fault? Is that the meaning of boss?” My hands clenched beside me. “I don't need you as a wall to just stand beside me and you can stop sponsoring me if you like.”

"First of all, welcome to the office. And as for your question, no, I'm not here for any meetings or anything else. This is my office." I opened my mouth, processing his words. And then it hit me. "Your office? That means, you're my boss now?" He shrugged. "In a way, yes. I'm the CEO of this company. But you don't have to worry about that. Think it as your own." "Wait a minute, I'm not catching up here. What's going on? I mean, you weren't even shocked to see me here." With narrowed eyes, I tilted my head.

everyday! I shook my head at my wayward thought. Nope! Don't go there Sofa! He is your BOSS! And he already has a girlfriend like Emily Blunt, so stay AWAY!! I rolled my eyes at my subconscious. It goes overboard sometimes. I know he was just my boss. I am not an idiot. I just need the job. And a little harmless crush was no big deal. Was it? ------------------------------------------------------------------------

I feel like I'm facing another one of my brothers. Ugh. I don't need anyone bossing me around, especially not my boss' boss. "Are you getting in?" he frowned, snapping me out of my rebellious thoughts. I'm still standing there, looking stupid, shaking my head in disbelief.

"We need to talk." I stared at him nonplussed. Who the hell did he think he is bribing my friend?. "I'm your boss." He replied to the question I didn't know I'd spoken out loud. "You're a..." I was so mad, I couldn't think of one single word to say. "I'm out of here." I whirled around to leave but he put his hand on my shoulder effectively stopping me and a very unwelcome tingle raced up my spine from his touch so I shrugged off his hand angrily. "Don't touch me you..." I let my voice trail off. "I think you have the wrong person boss." I spat out the word. "We're not friends remember?".

Is this a joke? I couldn’t answer. Because it was impossible that she meant Alaric Satanas. If it was really him, then why was he my boss? It’s not that I believe he’s a CEO, but let’s say he is—why would he be my boss when my project isn’t even related to drugs or anything about pharma? And if he really is a CEO, why is he here in our department? I’m not complaining about our workplace, but there’s nothing fancy here. Just simple desks and chairs for employees like me, and simple rooms for bosses.

I said as calmly as I could. She was thrilled. "That's great! He can cook for us tomorrow!" "Do you remember what I told you? Mr. Shore is my boss," I said, my tone stern. "We can't keep having him cook for us, and we can't trouble him with other things either. Got it?" She pouted and whispered, "But you're not at work. It's after hours. And… Mr. Shore definitely doesn't see himself as your boss."