You Re Not My Boss Novels & Stories

"I pay them to mind their business. Whoever has a problem with what I do can step forward and announce it. I'll fire them on the spot." "Spoken like a true humble person," I jab at him. "I'm not afraid of saying that I have authority over them, Miss Johnson," he says, his lips hovering over mine dangerously. For some reason, I don't have the urge to look away. I should, but I don't. "I do. I'm the boss around here." "You can be my employer, but you're not the boss of me," I'm compelled to say. "You can't make me do something I don't want to."

"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."

After I said that, I texted the friend whom I wanted to invite. Cathy and everyone in the company knew her. I looked at the time on my phone. “It’s late. Shall we go?” My boss pretended to be considerate. “I already booked the place. Let’s go, it’s definitely worth it!” I did not hesitate. “Thank you for your help, Vincent.”

The more I thought about it, the colder I felt. If Yoel really was my online crush, all I wanted to tell him was that I was stuck revising a plan late into the night. He couldn't expect me home early, and his boring meetings were the ones I had spent three all-nighters preparing for. He really was a ruthless capitalist, using me like a workhorse every single day. "Are you really my boss?" I typed the words over and over, erasing them each time. If it really was him, all our conversations could threaten my job. If it wasn't him, it would be painfully awkward.

I complained. “I’ll tell you if I want you to do something. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m your boss and you’re only my PA,” he replied calmly. I simply smirked and shook my head. If he didn’t have anything for me to do, then I’d just sit and relax. Anyway, I’d still return to the restaurant tomorrow to work there. I sat on the mini sofa and pulled out my phone. I might as well scroll through social media instead of staring at this man.

Nothing, just to make sure, this is real and not a dream. "Your cheek is turning red!" Señorito added in a still annoyed voice. "It's okay Señorito, I just want to make sure I'm really awake and it's not all a dream." "Of course, you are no f cking dreaming. Where the hell are you getting those thoughts?!" If you're the boss, you want to win your personal maid. The only thing that can be called ownership is a few pieces of clothing. My parents and I don't have our own land, so I don't know why, you want me to be your girlfriend."

Although I wasn't afraid of him but when he was angry i really got scared from inside. After i finished up there. My boss gave me an envelope Boss "You are fired now. Here is your due payment till tonight. " Abeeha "But boss what have I done? I am sorry If I did any mistake but please don't fire me. I really need this job." Boss "Its final and I can't do anything." I then realized that its not his own decision. That bastard must have ordered about that. Abeeha "Fine. Tell that jerk that I won't die if he fires me from here. "

Macey said lamely when she finally overcame the shock of seeing her boss in the club. Hissing, Chad ignored Macey and faced Olivia as he asked, “What is the meaning of this?" "I…I had…my cousin just got…” Olivia stammered helplessly, unable to express herself. "What's going on here? He's the guy? Your ex?" Pauline tried to intervene, but Macey signaled her to stop. She winced at Pauline's ever expressive fone. "Let it go, Pauline. He's our boss," Macey whispered and grabbed her palms.

“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 Coffee Shack. I work for Coffee Shack. 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.”

"Look, I can't-and won't- ignore my boss. He is greater than I am. The man who pays my salary. As a matter of fact, any of them that is relevant would be so, getting more than just my attention. What you are doing isn't cute. Don't act as if you are looking out for me."