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“Right, and if we find out people are meeting outside the group, we will have to remove them from the site to keep everyone’s jobs safe.”

We spend the next three hours brainstorming and creating a simple website. The domain name BossBeDamned.com is Available, so I purchase it.

TheBoss Be Damnedidea develops into one huge chatroom with forums, small chatrooms and individual chats. I make three main forums:Boss-Holes, So-So Bosses,andNever Work Here. I make a fake profile on Reddit, go to a popular room, and post information about the site. Contessa does the same on a few social media sites where many women hang out.

While I’m creating the site, Contessa’s busy writing notes on her pad. This website is an on-the-fly idea, but it has wings, so it’s taking off.

“I have some hashtags we all can use during chats,” she announces.

I get excited. “What you got?”

“Okay, so the first one is BILF, and it stands for Boss I’d Love to Fuck.”

Archer looks better than a BBQ picnic food table, so it’s easy to imagine him putting an arch in my back, toes, neck, and anything else arch-able. He can probably even arch my brows if he tries.

Contessa continues, “But for Mr. Gates, I came up with BILK for Boss I’d Love to Kill,” Contessa continues.

“It’s how you feel,” I say. “But please don’t kill him.”

“For you, I’ll let him live,” she jokes. “And for women like you who are falling for their bosses, I came up with BILM or Boss I’d Love to Marry; FTB or Fall/falling For The Boss, and ILWMB or In Love With My Boss.”

“Those sound amazing.”

“I thought you would like them.” Contessa pretends to gag. “I know that everyone that comes to the site isn’t going to want to kill their boss. Some of them are going to need help to not screw them. Because let’s face it, Mr. Gates would be a dream to me too if he wasn’t so demanding. This leads me to my last acronym targeted at your boss: "MBIDAF or My Boss Is Dumb As Fuck.”

“That’s a good one. Except Archer is far from dumb; he’s just a little single-minded at times. I have witnessed him be a little harsh to others when the company goals are the only thing on his mind.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Contessa says and pours herself another generous glass of wine.

We clink our glasses together when the site is complete. We make introductory posts and explain why the chat group was started. My username is @ImBossy26. Contessa’s username is @TestyTesty.

We have no idea if the site will take off, but at least we’ve created something to open dialogue about boss-related issues.

CHAPTER 9

Tahani

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he next morning, the aroma of roasted coffee beans envelops me as I push open the door to the cozy café. The bell above the door jingles merrily as my eyes scan the room and land on Archer. Instantly, my body tightens. The effect he has on me hasn’t grown on me yet. I’m still taken aback by the way my body responds to him.

He's seated at a small table tucked into the back corner, partially obscured by a large fern. Our eyes meet, and smiles break across both our faces.

"Hey, Tahani," he says, standing up as I approach. His voice is strained, and he shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Hi, Archer." I slide into the chair across from him, smoothing my skirt.

He slides a latte toward me. “Ava tells me you love caramel latte.”

I smile. "You called Ava to find out what drink I like?”

He shrugs. “I told her we were meeting for breakfast and wanted to order your drink.”

“But…nevermind. Thanks for ordering for me."

He nods, sitting back down. "Of course."

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