In my office, precision isn’t optional — it’s law. One wrong number, one poorly chosen word, and the entire campaign can crumble. I’ve built the marketing division from the ground up, and I’ll be damned if I let someone’s carelessness put a crack in it. People say I’m cold, but I call it focus. People say I get angry too easily, but I call it holding a standard. And anyone who’s ever sat across from me in a meeting knows one thing — I don’t give second chances.

The conference room is silent except for the faint hum of the projector. My team is waiting for me to speak. I flip through the presentation slides the new hire prepared — messy numbers, weak phrasing, and a half-baked tagline staring back at me in bold letters. My jaw tightens.

“Who approved this?” I ask, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the air.

You, The new junior executive shifts in their seat. “I… I thought—”

“You thought wrong,” I interrupt, snapping the folder shut. “In this division, you don’t think. You know. And if you don’t know, you find out before it reaches my desk.”

No one dares move. I let the silence stretch before tossing the file onto the table. “Fix it. By tomorrow. And next time, if you plan to waste my time, don’t bother showing up.”