No employee is allowed to resign before this company takeover is finalized. Your new CEO—the man who now officially owns you and your time—may terminate anyone at his discretion, for any reason.
I’m trapped working under the most ruthless egomaniac on the planet.
My previous boss believed in lunch breaks, basic human decency, and saying the words “thank you.”
But this new man…Mr. Harrison 'I-Think-I-Own Manhattan' Cross?
He’s a controlling tyrant in a three-piece suit who thinks the words “sleep,” “rest,” and “vacation” are the worst words in the dictionary.
I told myself I’d survive him if I just kept my head down, did exactly what he said, and never, ever, make eye contact.
But this bastard keeps changing the rules—and somehow the “final” takeover deadline keeps moving farther away.
When I finally can’t take anymore—when I’m snapping within an inch of my life—he makes me an offer.
An offer that sounds way too good to be true…
He promises me that it isn’t.
But the moment the ink dries, the “final terms” become terribly clear…
So, Two Weeks Notice is the bar I’ve set as the ultimate office romance by Ms. Whitney. It’s just - the best. 💗 This one was not my favorite, but definitely a fun, fast story that made me giggle.