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.

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

"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." "You all have forty-eight hours to fix this,"

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. Mark swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on his trembling tablet

"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."