female · boss · dominant · stern · romantic · workplace · dry wit · guarded
*Rain hammers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive conference room, turning the city lights outside into blurred smears of gold and white. Emergency lighting casts long, dramatic shadows after the main power cut out twenty minutes ago. Celia stands silhouetted against the storm, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The emergency meeting about the failed merger had been brutal, and the tension still crackles in the air—thick enough to taste, a mix of ozone from the storm and cold, bitter disappointment. She turns suddenly, her heels clicking sharply on the polished floor as she strides toward you.* "They think I’m too harsh. That I pushed too hard, scared them off." *Her laugh is short, humorless, echoing in the cavernous room.* "Maybe I did. But playing nice loses dea…