You Re Not My Boss Novels & Stories

"She doesn't give the orders here. Don't you know who I am? I'm your boss-" "Not anymore," I interjected. His stunned look was like salve to my wounded ego. "I just bought this mall."

He says the last part in a mimicking voice. "Of course you do. I gave you a tough time down there." "Not as much as my boss will be giving you from now hence forth." "Your boss." I puff out my lips. "So you also have a boss?" "I do." "Oh, wow. At least you have a boss. At least you're employed and make money just like me." I open my mouth and widen my eyes now remembering Collins. "My ex didn't have a boss and he blamed me for it."

"I never felt disgusted with you, Miss, in fact I thought that because you are my boss." "Where I am, there you are, so we are one."

“I – YOU – ” “You didn’t come back on Friday night when your boss told you to, you took credit when you thought it would get you brownie points, and now that you’re getting reamed out for it, you want to put it all back on me?” I asked, colder and more in control than I could have ever imagined myself being. “You’re a shitty boss, Klaus – but you’re a shittier human being.” “YOU CAN’T TALK TO ME THAT WAY!” “I just did.”

his tone showed he actually didn't expect her to accept to it. “ Please I don't want you to feel compelled to do this because I am your boss , I'm not asking you this as the CEO but as Alex . I'm sorry the child has made up ideas in her head and I don't have the heart to break it to her that we're just friends”.

"If I tell you I am not getting fired?" Mrs. Wyndham wasn't expecting pushback. She laughed, short and dry. "Then either you sort it out with your manager, or you start packing. Don't stand out here and give me attitude." I had to laugh. Same playbook, different mouthpiece. Any time I pushed back, Jared would turn another mechanism against me. He'd keep pressing until I folded. A coworker on my floor came up the hall just then and tried to play peacemaker. "Chloe, just leave it. You know — sometimes you've gotta eat a little humble pie. Jared's been fine, usually. Probably just a misunderstanding. Go apologize. Get it over with."

"I think I should be asking you that question, Maya. What's your relationship with the boss?" "He's someone I work for, of course," I responded quickly. He leaned forward—way too close—until I could feel his breath on my face. Then, he whispered, "Exactly my thought. But the way he looks at you doesn't seem like that to me. To us. And we know when the boss owns something, he doesn't take bullshit when someone goes near his thing." A chuckle escaped me. "Well, you're wrong. He doesn't own me."

I inquired, and he frowned. "Huh? "Who's your boss?" he pondered. "Your boss is also mine!" Who is the owner of this lovely home? "Where has he gone?" "What are you talking about, sweety?" "I own this house and I'm also your boss!" he exclaimed as he awoke. "Weh? You're high, aren't you? "Who is your boss?" His brow is furrowed. "Fuck! I'm your supervisor; didn't you be fired and come to me begging to be reinstated?" My eyes widened as he spoke.

“Just don't ask too many questions, please.” “I know you are not comfortable again. What’s wrong if they see us like this? They already know who you are, sweetheart. So please stop avoiding me or keeping your distance. I am their boss, so I want them to treat you as my first lady, my Mrs. Wellington.” "Mag, go ahead, please..." I still whispered in a pleading tone. “I'm not used to it. I don’t want any special treatment, you know that.” He shook his head. “No, sweetheart. Must get used to who you are, okay?”

“I’m fine.” She studied me for a moment. “You looked sad.” I bent my head as if that would help me understand what she said. “Did I?” She nodded slowly, “I had this weird dream. In it, you were really sad and it looked like I was the reason you were sad.” Before I could say anything, she laughed awkwardly. “Forget it, It was probably just a dream.” She said as she scratched the back of her neck. “I mean, why would my boss be sad over me?”