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A muscle in his jaw twitched as Xavier stared at the girl standing before him

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A muscle in his jaw twitched as Xavier stared at the girl standing before him.

Did she actually ask me why?

"What did you say?" His voice was calm, trying to confirm if he'd heard her right.

She looked young, younger than most of the executives he dealt with. Dressed in a loose-fitting kurti and jeans, her hair in a tight bun perched high on her head, she looked completely out of place in his cabin—hell, maybe in all of Xhasis. Last he checked, the dress code was presentable formals, not whatever desi-next-door-chic vibe she had going on.

And he had a mountain of other shit to deal with besides watching a rookie executive on the verge of tears. And from the way she was trying to control her breathing, blinking rapidly to hold it together, it looked like she was ready to crack any second.

God, don't start crying here.

"May I know why?" Her voice came out louder, pushing back against him, and he blinked, surprised.

It was almost amusing—almost—to see her stand there, so tiny yet holding her ground, actually demanding answers. That kind of backbone was rare around here. People didn't question him. The only person who ever dared was Satya.

He set the file down, leaned forward, and deadpanned, "I think you know the answer."

He'd seen her around the cafeteria a few times, probably hanging around with some of his junior execs. He knew his team—really knew them. They were his people, the ones who made his ideas happen, who knew how to challenge him, and who researched like it was life or death. He'd handpicked them all, the best of the best, his prized stars in his galaxy.

But she wasn't one of them. She was from Satya's team, who he assumed met Satya's standards, not his own. He'd agreed to these one-on-ones as a chance for everyone to see their work from different perspectives, share insights, and make everything stronger.

But this girl? She'd failed.

It wasn't about the five minutes; it was about responsibility. She had an obligation, and she'd dropped the ball.

"No, I don't." Her voice went up another notch.

Seriously?

She was getting punished for being irresponsible, plain and simple. But then he noticed the way she was gripping her fists. She wasn't remorseful; she was pissed. Anger was sparking in her eyes, but that wouldn't get her anywhere—she'd do better to work on her punctuality than mouthing off.

"I'm sure you idolize Satya; correct me if I'm wrong." He paused, eyeing her defiant stance, then continued calmly. "But maybe she made a mistake by giving you a job here."

"Oh, really?" she hissed. "Maybe you're wrong, Mr. Xavier Lucifer Joseph. Maybe you're the one who makes it impossible for people to work under you."

Xavier rose, his icy gaze boring into her, voice low and lethal. "Get. Out." No one dared speak to him like that.

No. One.

And sure as hell no one threw accusations at him like that.

She marched up to him, close enough to be dwarfed by his height. "Fire me. I don't care!" she snarled.

He turned to face her, his glare as cold as steel.

"The truth is, you're the worst boss," she spat, slamming her file down on his desk and spinning on her heel to leave.

What the hell?

His hand shot out, grabbing her arm to stop her. Her skin was searing hot against his cold grip. Her head whipped around, fury blazing in her eyes. "Don't you fucking dare," she growled, jerking her arm away with more force than he expected.

Her words hit like a slap, and he released her faster than he'd meant to, making her stumble back. She threw him one last look of absolute disgust before practically bolting out the door.

What the fuck just happened?

"The worst boss? Bullshit," he muttered to himself, seething.

Do tell me what you feel about this and the upcoming chapters, always open to positive criticism

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Do tell me what you feel about this and the upcoming chapters, always open to positive criticism

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