It was raining that day. Her husband left for good. Fired every maid. Smashed his car. Burned all his belongings. The eldest daughter hated her. The son cried all the time and she...
"I don't have time for this."
Bob, her secretary, immediately paled at her answers. His hands shook nervously from pressure this woman caused. He loosened his necktie as he felt sudden suffocation.
Bob, is a man. The manliest man in his household, and even possibly in his neighborhood. Stereotypically judging by his look, he is intimidating. He admitted that. Even in his previous jobs, he was mostly involved in jobs that fits his physique. Bodyguard, bouncer, security, and he even tried auditioning for wrestling.
Although the paycheck were low, Bob never hated his previous jobs but he never claimed it was enjoying either.
He was content, I'd say, because of the quite decent memories from it. He had friends and families to lean on, his lover was very supportive and they are happily married now.
Sylvia in the other hand are not.
The woman was sitting cross-legged on a polished black couch, in the middle of the room, minding whatever business she had. Papers and files stacking besides her small figure, waiting for its turn to be attended.
Unlike Bob, she was born for her job. She believes that it was the deities that assigned her this destiny. A powerful CEO, a strong willed woman, hardheaded, cold and ruthless in her own arena.
She hates to lose. She hates whatever form of weaknesses and flaws that ever exist. She lives to excel in life.
Bob, desperately tried to get her attention. Striding towards his boss. Blue iPad on his hands, gripped tightly as if it was a sacred offering that was going to be presented to the gods.
"But ma'am, the article was all over the internet-" he tried to show her the source of his concern but immediately stopped as she raised her hand. A warning.
"Bob, if there is another article or cheap gossips about my daughter, don't even bother. She's nothing but a mess."
Sylvia muttered. Hera the beautiful daughter of hers immediately popped into her mind. Rebellious. The only word she could describe her own daughter.
Bob shook his head quickly, denying.
"No ma'am, this time it's worse..."
Bob's response stopped whatever she was doing. She froze. Unmoving, on her leather couch. For the first time her heart was pounding harder and faster than it usually does. Her heart immediately knew who Bob was talking about.
She looked up. Glaring at Bob.
"Call Hayden right now."
