My Boss is Sheik Billionaire

The crowded bus reminds me every day how hard it is to be poor - of course I'm being ironic. Today, luckily, I got a seat, which doesn't always happen, especially on a Friday. I am happy and grateful for that, looking at the scenery and praying that no one needs my seat, because I am exhausted. I've worked all week and my day off won't be until Wednesday. When we are born poor, it feels like we live at work and visit home.José usually takes the bus two stops after mine, and I am saving a seat for him next to me. Anyone who takes the bus knows how hard it is to hold a seat without getting into trouble. José, my best friend, whom I love very much, enters through the door and waves to me, and I smile, showing that his place is saved. But a woman, who looks about thirty-five years old, enters before him and looks intently at the seat beside me. We have a battle of eyes between me, the woman, José and the bench. She is in front, she will probably arrive before him, and José seems to be in

"Aslan Murabak*The trip to Brazil was something that left me irritated. My father made me visit all the hotels I bought, and that wasn't in my plans. I wanted to go to New York; that was my plan. I am Arabic and do not follow all the "rules." Since I was young, I had to learn how to deal with our business since my father is not a good manager. They say we are a people who know how to negotiate, but my father is terrible with business. In fact, he lost all our money when I was only fifteen years old, and our country was going through a crisis. And I had to help; otherwise, we would lose everything.I went to college and left my country. I needed to fly and expand my business, import my products, and many opportunities arose, such as my uncle's hotel chain that was having financial problems after his son started taking over everything, and I bought it. I came to Brazil to see how things are going here, and my father forced me to see all the hotels in the chain, and to avoid conflicts b

Diana Rodrigues"I want to talk to you," the hotel owner tells me, but Sonia shouts at me."Diana! Are you already causing trouble with the boss again?" - already comes the cow manager - "I'm sorry sir, I'll take this incompetent girl away before she causes more trouble.""Look Sonia, I'm not causing any trouble," he watches me being taken away by her."Don't make any more fuss," was all he said, so I went on my way with my manager."Since your debt to the hotel is so large, you are scheduled to work overtime. When I call, you should be ready.""Okay Sonia, I'll do the overtime," I agreed."And today, in addition to the suites, you will be cleaning the staff bathroom after your shift.""But it will be at the staff's check-in and check-out time, it will be full of people, it will be wasted service, I can finish cleaning.""Diana, do as I say, dear."Cleaning the bathroom at staff in and out was a punishment when one of us did something wrong. If you had an enemy and she knew about your

Diana Rodrigues"Diana, what are you talking about?" asked Juninho Bad Boy."Juninho." He kissed my hand.Juninho, who had always been as poor as us, suddenly started living a luxurious life. He used to be a scrawny boy with blond hair and eyes of an indecipherable colour, maybe green or maybe blue. But now, he has become a strong and muscular boy, and women adore him. Recently, he showed up with a very expensive car, though I don't know how he got the money. My brother and he became close friends, although I warned Alex to be careful.People in the neighbourhood said Juninho was dealing drugs, but I never knew for sure where his money comes from. I hope he's here at the hospital to visit my brother and that this payment story is just a joke."Hello, Juninho," I greeted him."You got married?" He pointed at Zyan."He works at the same hotel as me and when he heard about my brother's accident, he came to bring me here.""So you're single?" My body froze. "I want to talk to you, Diana."

Aslan MurabakLemi just disappeared, he was with me and Aisha, visiting the hotel premises and he just disappeared, Lemi Zyan Murabak, the prince of Kudsi. As far as my brother is concerned, you could say it's a normal thing. Dad has already wanted to disown him for the crazy things he has done. He is the family lawyer and Aisha is the bookkeeper."Aisha, do you know where your brother is?""No, he was here and disappeared like dust in the wind.""As usual running away."My brother by the way was already gone and wouldn't be back, if I know him, so I continued my visit to the hotel and the first thing I would change would be the management. I hate people who pull my leg. I didn't like the man and I don't even want to remember his name, because he will be fired, we will be here in Brazil for a few days and I have to leave everything organized for when I leave. I looked around the hotel and it is really in good condition, but it needs some renovation and modernization of equipment. My