The Boss hole – An Enemies To Lovers Romance Read Online Penelope Bloom

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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“Are you going to sign or not?”

I met his eyes, fought the urge to look away from their intensity, and then shook my head. I didn’t exactly have a choice. As much as I wanted to knock him down a peg and watch that self-satisfied look melt from his face, I needed this.

I sucked up my pride and finished reading. I tried not to care that he seemed to expect me to sign without reading and wasn’t bothering to hide his impatience. I wasn’t about to sign something without reading it from this man.

But by the time I finished all three pages, there was nothing shocking in the contract. It all seemed pretty standard, except for the massively generous salary and benefits that came with the position.

When I looked up, he was holding a pen out for me. I grabbed it, then signed my name at the bottom and pushed the stack of papers toward him.

“Why do I feel like I just signed a deal with the devil?”

Adrian actually grinned at that. “Maybe because you’re more perceptive than you look.”

4

Juliette

I started my first day by the reception desk with Martha. She looked just as harassed and tired as she had yesterday, except now I kept catching her looking at me like I was a wounded puppy.

“What?” I finally asked around lunch time.

We were both sitting behind the large, “L” shaped desk. She had a tupperware of some strong smelling fish and pesto sauce and I had pasta with a jar of store bought sauce. One of my early poverty finance lessons had been how comparatively cheap it was to buy pasta. A few dollars would get several meals worth, and if money was extra tight, I could skip the sauce and just eat it plain.

“You seem like a sweet girl,” Martha said. “And you’re picking everything up pretty quick. I just can’t help wondering if this is really the job you want to take.”

I speared a few penne noodles with my fork, then shook my head. “It’s not really about what I want. I need the money, and my former boss promised to blacklist me to everyone she knows. If I didn’t take this one, it sounded like Adrian was planning to do the same thing. Unless I want to work fast food, I think I’m stuck here. For now, at least.”

“You shouldn’t call him Adrian. It’s Mr. White.”

I gave her a funny look, which made her laugh when she appeared to realize how that had sounded.

“Mr. White has very strict standards. I’m not sure how much you got to see of him, but he’s… intense.”

“Yeah. I gathered that much.”

“He expects perfection out of everybody at all times. I don’t think he makes mistakes, and he seems to think it’s reasonable to expect everybody who works for him to be just as perfect. It’s why he’s always so angry. Nobody can ever live up to his demands.”

I chewed, thinking about how similar that sounded to someone else I knew. A Coleton keeps their cool, always. No matter what. A Coleton never…

I cleared my throat. “No pressure. Just have to be perfect and the boss will be happy!”

It was supposed to be a joke, but Martha’s smile looked sad. “I was at peace with leaving. Now that I know I’m leaving you here to go through what I went through, I feel conflicted.”

“I’ll be okay. I promise.”

She nodded, but her body language hadn’t changed. She still looked like she was expecting him to rip my arms off and beat me over the head with them. I was a dead woman walking, as far as she was concerned, and I couldn’t help wondering if the rest of the staff was just as terrified.

Walker arrived with a box of his things and a frightened look on his face a few minutes after we’d finished our lunch. He was a tall, lanky man with a thinning hairline.

“Wow,” I said. “He actually followed through.”

“Walker,” Martha said. “You really shouldn’t be here. If Mr. White--”

“He called me,” Walker said, almost as if in a daze. “He told me to come back. Said I could have a raise for the inconvenience…”

“What?” Martha whispered.

Walker gave her a look like he was just as baffled, then slowly made his way past us and toward his old desk. I couldn’t tell if he was excited to get his job back or if part of him wished he’d been allowed to stay fired.

I wanted to give Adrian—no, Mr. White—some slight credit for making good on his promise. I’d halfway expected him to tell me he’d been full of shit about hiring Walker back and that I could deal with it or leave.

But it was difficult to do much except feel disgusted by the man who inspired such terror in his employees. Maybe it was just a relic of my old life as a Coleton, but I thought this asshole deserved to be brought down several pegs. He was just a big fish in a small pond, even if he was inhumanly attractive.


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