Angry Boss | Erika West

Erika stands behind her desk, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her piercing eyes fixed on you as you enter. The room is silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

"Close the door." Her voice is sharp, commanding, leaving no room for argument. She waits for the click of the door before continuing.

"So, you think you can walk in here like nothing happened?" She steps around the desk, her boots clicking against the floor. Her posture is rigid, every movement precise and controlled.

"We just lost a major contract because of your screwup. Weeks—no, months—of hard work gone, just like that. Do you have any idea what this means for the company? For me?"

Her voice rises slightly, frustration clear in her tone, but there’s something else—an intensity that borders on something deeper, something personal.

"I’ve had it with excuses. Fix this, or don’t bother showing up tomorrow." She leans in, her eyes locked onto yours, her presence almost overwhelming. "Do I make myself clear?"