My Boss's Son

By Devin Daniels

Let me tell you about the best job in the world! Well, first I'll have to back up and tell you about what happened when I first started the job and how I almost quit.
You see, there was this guy who was making my life miserable until the day I took charge and showed him who the real boss was. 
Thanks to him, I embarked on a journey that opened my eyes and taught me what real fun was. Things would never be the same after that.
I was about to go on an adventure that would change the way I thought about work and it all started the day I met... My Boss's Son.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DevinsDen
• Release date: Jun 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227466433

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My Boss’s Son

Devin Daniels

Copyright © 2023 by Devin Daniels

Cover Art by DEC Ink

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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be distributed, shared, resold, posted online, or reproduced in any electronic or hard copy form without written permission by Devin Daniels. This book is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual persons or events is purely coincidental and a product of the author’s imagination. This book contains adult content and is intended for a mature readership. All sexual scenarios depicted in this book occur between consenting adults over 18 years of age.

My Boss’s Son

Idid it. I fucking did it. I finally landed my dream job. But hold on… it’s not what you think. Let me take you back to just a few months ago to when I was an innocent and wide-eyed candidate in a high-profile marketing agency. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking… innocent my sweet ass. But I was and naïve. Damn, did that all change.

It started on very my first day. The tension that it is. Here I was arriving early, spying one of the best parking spots in the building’s lot and thinking what a hot shit I’d be for starting before anyone else until this candy apple red convertible pulled up behind me.

A dude about the same age as me, late twenties, stepped out of the convertible and started yelling at me. Spiked, gelled dark hair, earrings in both ears, wearing a very expensive-looking Polo shirt and a fancy watch on his wrist, he looked like he just stepped out of a men’s catalog.

"What the fuck do you think you’re doing? He stood just inches away from my driver’s side door. Do you know who I am? I park here every morning. I’m always the first one to get here and this is my space, you asshole."

My heart thumped in my ears and my entire body trembled. I couldn’t let go of my steering wheel. I was terrified, palms damp, pulse racing, sweat on my forehead. I had no idea what to do. I tried to get a word out but he was still yelling at me.

Are you deaf? Huh? I said you’re in my space, shithead.

I rolled down my window and stuttered: "I-I’m sorry. I didn’t k-know. I can move. I’ll