Living With My Lady Boss

At last, Joel finished letting out his anger and collapsed onto the sofa as his chest heaved.

Along while later, he seemed to calm down enough as he lit a cigarette and fell deep into thought.

Eventually, he called out, "Jar!" Jar Wattmen, Joel's secretary, hurried inside from where he had been hiding, trembling from head to toe. "Yes, Mister William? What can I do for you?" "Call Borghetti. Tell him I need to see him. It's urgent," said Joel.

Jar immediately whipped out his phone and did as he was told.

Joel's expression was ashen then as he fumed, "How dare you do this to me, Maniac. Well, I won't be playing nice either. Don't faultfor that." Just then, over at a random building.

A crowd of property owners was gathered in front of the sales department, protesting at the top of their lungs and waving flags demanding that their properties be handed over to them on tand their losses be compensated.

It had been three years overdue, and none of the property owners had received their units yet.

The property handler paced about in his office, extremely anxious.

up until they left. He had powerful people backing him up and enough

property handler had called for a large amount

was an unusual sight. There were a few pretty

to stay hidden in the office as they did not dare to

right outside the office. There was nowhere else

of the company. However, they were told that the owner's secretary was handling the matter and to stall for the

shouted, "Give us our units, or we'll trash this place and beat that piece of sh*t person in charge to death." The property owners were thoroughly riled up now. The hunky blokes

behind them, shouting their chants at the top of their lungs, with

not gotten their units and had even

they were finally able to get back

to deflect the attacks,

usually experts at handling the property owners, but this time, they were