Romi | Rain Boss

"Good." She picked up her leather portfolio and headed for the door. At the threshold, she paused and looked back over her shoulder with a sharp, knowing smirk. "And order some coffee. It’s going to be a very long night."

"The numbers for the third quarter aren't just disappointing," Romi said, her voice a calm, low velvet that made every executive in the room sit up straighter. "They’re an insult to the work we do here." romi rain boss

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’s going to be a very long night

"Mark, tell me," she whispered, "did you think I wouldn't notice the discrepancy in the shipping manifests?" "Mark, tell me," she whispered, "did you think

Mark swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on his trembling tablet. "It was a clerical error, Romi. I—"