"I don't pay for errors," she interrupted, leaning in so the scent of her expensive perfume filled his personal space. "I pay for precision. I pay for the best. If I wanted excuses, I’d hire a politician."
The fluorescent lights of the boardroom hummed, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence Romi commanded just by standing at the head of the mahogany table. As the CEO of Rain Logistics, she didn't just manage people; she orchestrated them. romi rain boss
"Good." She picked up her leather portfolio and headed for the door. At the threshold, she paused and looked back over her shoulder with a sharp, knowing smirk. "And order some coffee. It’s going to be a very long night." "I don't pay for errors," she interrupted, leaning
She moved back to the front of the room, her presence filling every corner. She didn't need to scream to be terrifying; her authority was built into the very air she breathed. If I wanted excuses, I’d hire a politician
Mark swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on his trembling tablet. "It was a clerical error, Romi. I—"
"Mark, tell me," she whispered, "did you think I wouldn't notice the discrepancy in the shipping manifests?"
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