Illaria point of View
I'm not a control freak, I'm just... enthusiastic about order and structure.
Being a chairwoman of one of the largest business empires in the world, I am an enthusiastic person. Just that... my passion lies in order and structure to precession.
That doesn't make me a control freak, does it?
People these days are getting more educated and becoming less understanding. In the olden days, when there's a person who has great command on his surroundings and his things, then he is called a taskmaster or disciplinarian.
Now, when I'm being a little less messy and more organized and making my people more organized like me, I'm being a control freak.
Someone said right 'Education is the key to unlocking the potential of imagination'.
Dude, didn't I just ask the employees to arrange all the five-year plans of the company according to the new system I found very convenient?
How is this being a control freak?
Although, this is the third time they are doing this in the past two weeks. It's just that their work did not reach the standards of the system and they had to redo it for a couple of times.
Although there are no fundamental errors in their work, the standards are still important, yes?
That doesn't make me a control freak at all.
"Ms. Allard, where is your certificate? You did not even tell me about it." Asmund, my personal assistant, spread his hand towards me, expecting me to give him something.
"Certificate? Which one?" I looked up from the documents I'm reading and asked with a confused frown.
"Micromanagement." What? "I'm starting to think you have a PhD in Micromanaging!"
Yo, who's the boss here and who's the assistant?
How many hearts, livers and lungs does he have to even dare taunt me?
"You're so detail-oriented, I'm pretty sure you'd notice if a pen was out of place on the moon!" Asmund, you son of a biscuit!
"Isn't everything alright? Should the standards be so abnormal?" He mumbled to himself but I bet my newly purchased stilettoes on it that he meant it for me to hear.
I glared at him so hard but it did not make any difference with him as he continued to blabber whatever he wanted to. I gave him a deadly glare that would even make a big shot pee in his pant but this glare, somehow, doesn't work on him.
Is it because he has been working for me for many years now that he started to treat me as a best friend?
"Wow, I'm impressed. You managed to fit my entire personality into one stereotypical joke. I bet you spent hours crafting that zinger. Why don't I encourage your ability and relieve you from your duties so you can find your destiny in entertainment industry?"
"Nay, thank you for your rare considerate thoughts. I'm worried that you would turn my replacement into a corporate zombie. I better save that poor fellow from lifetime hell." That son of a biscuit waved his hands fake hesitantly and pretended to be magnanimous, all the while showing me a victorious smile.
As if telling me that this round, he won the tug of words war.
Tell me, anyone tell me, why is this person still working under me? Why didn't I just pull this weed and throw it away?
"Now, if you are finished with praising this hell, why don't you send an email to this new project partner and ask him about the time he will be arriving here and schedule for the meeting accordingly? Can, a great gatekeeper of hell like you, do this small thing for me?" Hmm, if this is a hell, then you are the hell-hound.
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Cracking Mr. Codehead (DA Series Book 3)
Romance"You are him, right?" Illaria squinted her eyes and asked. "No, I'm not him but I'm another him." 'It can't be him. But why do I feel that it is him?' Illaria thought. "Then who exactly are you if you are not him?" "Want to know who I am?" He asked...
