"Mark, tell me," she whispered, "did you think I wouldn't notice the discrepancy in the shipping manifests?"
The fluorescent lights of the boardroom hummed, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence Romi commanded just by standing at the head of the mahogany table. As the CEO of Rain Logistics, she didn't just manage people; she orchestrated them. romi rain boss
Mark swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on his trembling tablet. "It was a clerical error, Romi. I—" "Mark, tell me," she whispered, "did you think
She moved back to the front of the room, her presence filling every corner. She didn't need to scream to be terrifying; her authority was built into the very air she breathed. "It was a clerical error, Romi
"You all have forty-eight hours to fix this," Romi announced, her eyes sweeping the room like a searchlight. "No one leaves before the sun comes up, and no one goes home until the ledger balances. Am I clear?" A chorus of "Yes, Romi" echoed through the room.