Boss Lady

The Ugly Truth

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"You know how these things are Sana. You touch their hand and they scream sexual harassment.", Arnie DeVitto, the world renowned photographer, whined from his seat in front of me.

My signature fire-engine red nails tightened on the stem of the coffee cup.

" Is that so, Arnie?", I said raising one imperious eyebrow.

Red hot anger coursed through me. Of course, it was a girl's fault. Even when they raped you, it was a girl's fault.

Talk sweetly and you are flirting. Wear a short skirt and you are asking for it.

Jesus! Sometimes the fashion industry repulsed me. On days like this, I hated coming to work.

One of the models in my company had come to me last night crying and sobbing. She told me how Arnie had groped her, touched her indecently during the photoshoot for our new bikini line.

I wasn't the kind of CEO to hush this up with money. At Boss Lady, we were family and family always stood by each other.

My girls gave blood, sweat and hard work for the company and I protected them.

"And pray how did you understand that? ", I said leaning forward in my chair.
My fingers dug into my hands.

"She was begging for it, Sana. You should have seen her. I know these types so well."

My hand shot out across his cheeks. Arnie screamed like a fucking bitch and almost fell out of his chair.

Any chance of a civilized discussion flew out of the window, the moment he said those words.

"How dare-", he tried to say.

"Listen to me you asshole and you better fucking listen carefully.", I said calmly and softly, holding his collar tight around his neck.

He blanched, his entire face growing pale.

Sana Bianchi never swore.

I was all prim and proper manners. I knew how to dominate with a look, I never needed to curse for that. A softly spoken word could be more effective than a scream.

Screams were for the powerless. I had all the power in the world.

"This is the last time I will ever see your face or that of your progeny in LA. You will get out this office, go home and issue a press conference to publicly apologize to every girl or boy you have touched. You will compensate them monetatily from that trust fund I know you are sitting on. Then you will catch the next flight to Scandinavia, where I hope your dick freezes and falls off from hypothermia and you will stay there. If you ever, ever touch another model again, then I will personally bury you into the ground, and you know I don't speak lightly of that."

It was immensely satisfying to put the fear of God... no.... The Boss Lady into him.

The model had had no proof of his crime but I needed no proof. The look in her eyes had been enough.

20 years in the fashion industry and you will intimately familiar with the hollow, broken look in a model's eye.

"You cannot threaten me", he blabbered like a pig.

Good God! Even pigs would feel ashamed of the comparison.

"I know the stories Arnie but I never had proof. But now I do. If you don't run in the next 10 seconds and do exactly what I told you to..."

I picked up the priceless crystal vase in my hand examining it.

He finally got the hint and ran out of the room like his pants were on fire, shouting

"I will sue you!!!" , like a madman.

Let him try.

I put the crystal vase back in place sighing in frustration.

I hated failing my models.

Tori, my secretary came running, her heels tap-tapping on the marble floor. Only my secretary had perfected the art of running in heels.

"Sana, are you alright?", she asked brethlessly.

No, I wasn't. But I didn't say it.

"Executives meeting in 10. It's code red, for everyone. If they want to keep their jobs, they better meet me at the conference Hall."

I strode out of my office.
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P. S. - What do you think Sana should do as the CEO of the company?

P. P. S- There are so many models to whom these things happen to. More often than not they go unpunished. So, if you are a victim, you have to speak up, not for yourself but for the hundreds of other people who lack the courage