As Dante held open the car door for his boss, he couldn't help but notice the fiery red designer dress that seemed to radiate her anger. He'd worked with her long enough to recognize the warning signs.
"Good morning, ma'am," Dante said, his tone neutral, but his eyes scanning her expression.
She slid into the car without a word, her gaze fixed on her phone.
As soon as she was settled, Dante discreetly pulled out his phone and typed a swift message to the office secretary:
"Alert: Boss in red. Mood: Hazardous. Inform all staff to keep heads down and avoid interactions until further notice."
He hit send, knowing that the secretary would spread the word, warning everyone to steer clear of their boss's wrath.
Dante slid behind the wheel, adjusting the rearview mirror to keep a subtle eye on his boss. He'd driven her for years and knew when to keep quiet.
As they pulled into traffic, Dante asked, "Shall I take the usual route, ma'am?"
Her response was a curt nod, her eyes still fixed on her phone.
Dante nodded to himself, mentally preparing for a long, tense ride.
Meanwhile, back at the office, the secretary's fingers flew across her keyboard, broadcasting the warning:
"Boss Alert: Red Zone
Avoid interactions unless absolutely necessary
Keep meetings brief and to the point
Do NOT mention the stock market
Stay safe, everyone!"
As the sleek black car glided to a stop outside the headquarters, the executives lined up outside, their faces set in respectful smiles. Dante opened the door, and the lady stepped out, her red dress commanding attention.
The executives bowed in unison, their hands clasped together in a gesture of respect. "Good morning, Madam," they chimed, their voices synchronized.
She swept past them, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "Good morning," she replied curtly, not breaking stride.
The executives straightened, exchanging nervous glances. They knew better than to test her patience today.
As she entered the building, her secretary greeted her with a deep bow. "Welcome, Miss Emma. Your meeting with the investors is scheduled for 10 a.m."
She nodded briskly. "I'm aware. See that everything is ready."
The secretary scurried to arrange the necessary documents, while the executives trailed behind the boss lady, eager to avoid her wrath.
Inside the elevator, Dante stood discreetly to the side, his eyes fixed on the floor numbers.
"Shall I attend the meeting, ma'am?" he asked, his voice low.
"No, Dante. I'll handle it," she replied, her gaze fixed on the doors.
As they reached the top floor, the doors slid open, revealing a stunning view of the city skyline. The boss lady strode out, her presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
"Let's get down to business," she declared, her voice echoing through the silence.
The room sprang to life, with assistants scurrying to arrange documents and executives taking their seats. The boss lady's dominance was unmistakable – she was the queen of this business empire.
YOU ARE READING
Dark horse
Genel KurguAn expected love triangle blooms between a conglomerate heiress, her mysterious and somewhat secretive bodyguard and her childhood friend she had a crush on.
