You Re Not My Boss Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes when I heard that, I never cared about someone's sexual preference, besides I most likely wouldn't meet them. Auditors will only deal with financial managers and the like. Not boss. And I really don't care if this client is insanely good looking, a job is a job. One thing I knew for sure, the job waiting for me in Manhattan was going to be a pain

The downside of living in your workplace was that if you got fired, you'd also lose your home. "Sorry, Aunt Agatha," Amelie lowered her head, clearly regretting what she had done. On the other hand, I remained silent, looking at my fingers, which drew my mother's attention back to me. "And you, Annelyn, not going to say anything?" she looked at me with raised eyebrows, but shame prevented me from looking at her for too long. I glanced back at my fingers, shrugged, and replied, "What should I say? Nothing will change the past..." I almost whispered, fearing harsh words.

"Let's go shopping for work. You can ask the boss why he chose you when you get to work, yeah?" "Alright." I raised my sunken shoulder. I wondered who this boss was. And I hoped he wasn't doing this for something else. I would never trade my pride as a woman for money. What would Daisy and Zayn think of me if they ever found out I did something like that?

“Sounds like sulking to me. You even locked the door. Do I have to remind you that I’m still your boss?” My eyebrow shot up. “We aren't at the company. How are you still my boss?” “You kept calling me boss. So, I'm still your boss.” He teased me. He was actually grinning. He really knows exactly when to annoy me. Should I act like my dysmenorrhea is acting up again? “So…” “You're not my boss. I'm just… here as a…” I paused. I couldn't pinpoint the exact words. I was fumbling for something to say, damn it. “Tenant.”

“Yesterday was never supposed to happen. And it can’t happen again.” He raised a brow. Like he was trying to figure me out. “Why can’t it?” He asked. “Because you’re my boss.” I said. “And this could really ruin my job.” “What did you say I am again?” He asked me. Like he didn’t hear me clearly the first time. “My boss.” I said quietly. “Exactly. And I make the rules.” He said. “No one is putting your job on the line for anything.” “Please Zayden.” I said. “I just don’t want to anymore.”

“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.