Love from My Dominant Boss

Chapter 87

Speak of the devil – the man himself was staring at me with his steely eyes.

I dropped my head as fast as I could and locked my neck. Why, oh why, is God playing tricks on me again?

Every time I badmouthed Michael, he would unfailingly appear somewhere close enough to hear it. Just when I thought things were finally getting better between us.

Millie, too, detected his overpowering hostility and went back to work. From what I could see, the ladies in the company seemed to fear Michael more than they liked him.

That was no surprise, though. His scrupulosity when it came to working would scare anyone off. A trivial mistake would cost someone her job.

 

“If I hear another word of gossip during work, you’d better send yourselves packing!”

He gave us his signature stare before uttering those threatening words.

Even with my head down, I could feel his piercing glare.

 

Only after I heard the closing of his door did I dare to lift my head again. His despotic aura followed him into his office.

“Oh my god! The way he looked at us was so scary! Anna, did you see those eyes?” Millie asked with her lips trembling.

 

gossip during working hours again, or

to think of it, Michael was being lenient with us. I highly doubted that we’d be given a second chance if the CEO was someone else. Thus, Millie and I

and kept quiet

as usual. Doing things on my own most of the time did make me

Natalie, we’d always hang out at night. But now it was just me, and nothing

got back to the house in Birchwood, Michael was already on the couch with his legs crossed in the living room. The top two buttons

and make

up and strode towards

here? I thought I’ve made things clear

request and wanted him to

of my unwillingness and exhaustion didn’t he understand? What was he

you go? Anna, you started it. Do you think it’ll

two tight slaps to vent out my anger! How did men like that even exist? I’d told him everything

then, he could see that anger was bubbling in my eyes, yet

the chances of me letting you go dwindles. Treat me well, and who knows, maybe one

in this scruffy affair. This man was like gum

with him, I walked to the kitchen

only did what pleased him. None of my reasonings or pleads

TV while I cooked. He never once looked over to

like I was a working wife who was busy with house chores after a day of work. It was weird that he felt like kin to

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