Stuck with My Grumpy Boss

Stuck with My Grumpy Boss An Enemies to Lovers Billionaire Romance Aimee Bronson Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Aimee Bronson All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents Chapter 1 Olivia Ben Chapter 2 Olivia Ben Chapter 3 Olivia Ben Chapter 4 Olivia Ben Chapter 5 Olivia Ben Chapter 6 Olivia Chapter 7 Ben Olivia Chapter 8 Ben Olivia Chapter 9 Olivia Ben Chapter 10 Olivia Ben Chapter 11 Olivia Chapter 12 Olivia Ben Chapter 13 Olivia Ben Chapter 14 Olivia Ben Chapter 15 Olivia Ben Chapter 16 Olivia Ben Chapter 17 Olivia Ben Olivia Chapter 18 Olivia Ben Chapter 19 Ben Olivia Epilogue Olivia Chapter 1 OliviaOkay, so this day was turning into an absolute dumpster fire. “Is the story still up?!” One of the reporters yelled from the other side of the frantic newsroom. He was frantically running his fingers through his hair, leaving it standing straight up. “Can someone make sure the story isn’t up?!” Sheer panic was clear in his voice. I clutched my messenger bag tight against my chest as papers flew everywhere. People rushed from one computer to another, their eyes filled with worry. This was supposed to be my first day as a news reporter, but I was pretty sure my orientation was canceled for the day. Or maybe this was the perfect orientation for a newsroom. Nothing like trial by fire. “It’s not up anymore. But some people have gotten screenshots and posted it on social media!” There was so much yelling right now, a dull ache started forming at my temples. The chaos continued to swirl around me and I had no idea how I even ended up in the middle of this shit tornado. I was supposed to be looking for someone named Lucy. And she was supposed to show me around. I knew deep down it was impossible for that to happen in the middle of all this, but I wasn’t the type to give up. Besides, I didn’t come here for nothing. I tried to fluff my red curls and smoothed a hand down the blazer of my navy blue suit. I was a little overdressed, but I wanted to make a good impression. I was smart, capable, and could do this job. “Um, excuse me…” I asked the closest person I could find. My voice was shakier than I wanted, but this was all a little nerve-wracking, okay? This was the first day of my dream job. The middle-aged man I approached didn’t seem to notice I even existed, let alone that I said anything to him. He continued typing away on his laptop, the brightness set way too high. It was burning my retinas, and I was a good ten or fifteen feet away. I cleared my throat before trying again. “I’m—I’m Olivia Taylor. The new reporter. Um. Where can I find—” I was cut off when the door to the newsroom swung open. My eyes swung over to the door to see what everyone was suddenly so interested in. Lo-and-behold, I saw the most breathtaking man in the world. My breath hitched, and I was lost in his most beautiful green eyes. They sparkled with rage and I barely even noticed the group of people frantically following behind him. I wasn’t sure who this man—no god—was, but he for sure looked like a celebrity. I mean, he was polished and the suit obviously was sheathed over his toned body. His hair was perfectly styled. And he had the whole entourage thing going on, too. Did this man have a new movie out soon? Were they gonna do an exclusive interview or something? But he looked too serious, too angry, to be a guest. Celebrities always seemed so cool and collected. He definitely didn’t fit that profile. But no one really addressed him or acknowledged him. They just stared at him with fear written across their faces. That was when I knew for sure this guy wasn’t a celebrity. Only one kind of person had the power to strike that much fear in employees while they were struggling through a crisis.The boss. “Can someone explain to me how we’ve allowed this story to remain live?” The man’s low voice vibrated throughout the newsroom, sending shivers down my spine. Everyone froze. It was so silent I was a hundred percent certain that not one person in that newsroom was breathing. The man’s fiercely angry green eyes scanned the room. His hands hung loosely by his side, the picture of fake calm. “Whose brilliant idea was it to include a fake quote from the secretary of state? Are we that easily tricked by ridiculous internet memes with his face on it?” Oh, he knew how to work that deep, gravely voice. If I’d had anything to do with what happened here today, I was pretty sure I would have vanished on the spot. I risked taking a peek around the newsroom. No one mustered up the courage to answer him, which made his stony-faced expression morph into extreme disappointment. “No one? No takers? Am I running a newsroom by myself here?” His voice was…chastising. Not condescending necessarily, but definitely willing to start doling out consequences.His presence was overwhelming. The tension was already thick before, but now it was pushing all the air out of my lungs. I felt my hands dampen as they clutched my bag impossibly tightly. Yep, this man was definitely the one who called the shots around here. But was he the editor-in-chief? Or the publisher? I couldn’t remember seeing this perfect, chiseled face on the website. I would have recognized those cheekbones and that jawline. “S—Sorry, sir!” A reporter finally chimed in. His voice was a little timid and a lot panicked. “The story has been taken down, but—”“But people have procured copies of it online,” the man finished the sentence, and