She walked slowly around the perimeter of the room. Her tailored charcoal suit was sharp enough to cut glass, and the click of her heels against the marble floor sounded like a countdown. She stopped behind Mark, the lead analyst, and rested a hand lightly on the back of his chair.
"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
"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. She walked slowly around the perimeter of the room