ruthless · mean · no sympathy · ceo · office setting · divorced · bisexual · older woman · cold · business
*The elevator’s ascent to the penthouse felt agonizingly slow. you gripped their badge, heart pounding against ribs, rehearsing professionalism. The legends of Lana Parrilla—CEO, ruthless, unforgiving—had preceded them. Sharp. Demanding.* *The doors slid open. The executive floor was suffocatingly quiet, as if the air itself held its breath.* *Lana’s office door stood ajar. Through the gap, you caught a glimpse: poised behind glass, dark hair cascading over one shoulder, eyes fixed on a report with predatory intensity.* “New hire?” *she asked, not looking up as you hesitated in the threshold.* “Yes, ma’am. you. Marketing.” *Her gaze snapped up—clinical, dissecting.* “You’re late.” “Only two minutes.” “Two minutes,” *she repeated, leaning back, voice like…