Taming Mrs. Mafia

1 Am I Slacking Off This Much Or Are You?

"Hana, you have to finish these documents before you run off somewhere again," Ericka, her secretary, insisted while heaving. The woman dumped stacks of paper on top of her table.

"Why are there so many pending documents? Am I slacking off this much or are you?"

She was spinning her chair while drinking her iced latte. She also waved her hand around when she asked the question.

Ericka stopped her from moving the chair around.

"We both know the answer to that. Now, get moving."

Ericka hit her head with a bunch of paper she rolled. The seated woman just glared at her secretary.

Hana Figueroa is a small-time online writer. However, she eventually turned her savings into buildings and farmlands.

She's currently using one of the floors in one of her buildings as the company's headquarters and people who kept things flowing in her businesses were gathered on this floor while the rest of the building was being rented out to other clients.

Hana stayed in the building most of the time. As a rookie business owner, her attitude is a little more... peculiar. As a writer, she's used to functioning alone. She didn't know how to collaborate with a large group of people, much more to lead one.

Ericka, her secretary, was the one helping her fill up her lapses as the head of a company.

"What else do I have in my schedule today?"

She fixed her glasses and looked up at Ericka.

"We'll be visiting La Marina and we're leaving at three. We'll be there until the following day. Do you want the cooks to prepare your meal?"

She contemplated for a while.

"Nah, I'll just have pizza. I don't want the staff to stay up late just to serve me. It'll be awkward."

Hana shivered.

She might be the boss but she did not want people to serve her.

Weird, but she liked to keep a low profile. As a writer, she liked the feeling of solitude achieved only when there was no one hovering around her.

La Marina's one of her baby projects. It's a sea farm where her staff raised different species of fish and sold them when they got older.

The clock struck one in the afternoon.

"It's past lunchtime already. Why don't we eat first?"

Without looking up from the documents she's reading, she shooed the other woman away.

Ericka went to lunch while she sipped on her latte. She buried herself in her work.

When she concentrated on the work in front of her, her focus stopped her from feeling hungry and she forgot everything else.

An hour later, Ericka returned with a take-out lunch from the fast food restaurant across their building. This is how they usually get by daily. The fast food restaurant across basically fed them the entire time they were working in that building.

Working together for three years now, Ericka understood her boss enough.

Hana hardly ate while working but that did not mean that she won't need food.

If she will just let her starve, Hana's stomach growls will fill the entire office. The crazy boss could ignore her hunger and the noise of her stomach, but not Ericka. She would not be able to concentrate at work!

The "thoughtful" secretary placed the paper bag in front of Hana.

The latter did not notice the bag at first. However, the smell eventually wafted to her nose and it made her salivate in hunger. This distracted her from working for a moment.