Strict boss
I did not know that my boss was so strict. Just because I forgot to pass that call from an important client, she uleft me bound and gagged on her office floor. I think it was excessive.
I wonder what would happen if tomorrow I pour coffee on her?
I wonder what would happen if tomorrow I pour coffee on her?
"You've got to be kidding me," muttered Rachel, staring at the mountain of paperwork on her desk. The clock on the wall ticked away, each second echoing through the otherwise silent office.
Her boss, Ms. Castellanos, was a force to be reckoned with. Known for her sharp tongue and unwavering expectations, Rachel had always walked on eggshells around her. But today, she was pushing her luck. The office phone rang, and Rachel let out a sigh.
"Hello, Castellanos Enterprises, Rachel speaking," she said, her voice a mix of professionalism and dread.
"Is Ms. Castellanos available?" a deep voice boomed through the receiver. Rachel's heart skipped a beat. It was the voice of their biggest client, Mr. Daniels. She had specifically been warned to never, under any circumstances, let his calls go to voicemail. But today, of all days, she had been daydreaming about the beach. The sun, the sand, the gentle lull of the waves. The office was stifling, the fluorescent lights buzzing above her head, and she had missed the call.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Daniels," Rachel responded, her voice shaking slightly. "Ms. Castellanos is in a meeting. May I take a message?"
"Tell her I'll hold," he said, the line going silent for a moment before Rachel heard the faint sound of pages rustling. She knew better than to argue. But as she buzzed her boss's office, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to step into a tornado.
Ms. Castellanos's stern voice crackled over the intercom. "What is it, Rachel?" Rachel took a deep breath and relayed the message, her heart pounding in her chest.
The intercom went quiet. Then, in a calm yet firm tone, "Send him through." Rachel felt the blood drain from her face. "But, I-" she began to protest, only to be cut off.
"Immediately," Ms. Castellanos said, leaving no room for debate. Rachel nodded to herself and switched the call over. As the line went dead, she could almost hear the thunderous footsteps of her boss's approach.
The moment the office door flung open, Rachel knew she was in for it. Ms. Castellanos's eyes bore into her, a tempest of rage brewing beneath the surface. Rachel tried to shrink into her chair, but it was too late. The storm had arrived.
"How could you?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. Rachel felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she fumbled for an apology. "You know how important this client is!"
Ms. Castellanos's grip was like iron as she grabbed Rachel's wrist and dragged her to the conference room. Rachel's heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her throat. She knew she was in trouble, but she never could have anticipated what was about to happen next.
The room grew colder as Ms. Castellanos locked the door behind them. Rachel's eyes widened in shock when she saw the stern look on her boss's face. "This is unacceptable," Ms. Castellanos said, pulling out a roll of ropes from the drawer. Rachel's mind raced. This was beyond a simple scolding.
With a swiftness that belied her usual poise, Ms. Castellanos tore off a piece of rope and wrapped it around Rachel's wrists, securing them tightly behind her back. Rachel's breath caught in her throat. She had heard rumors about Ms. Castellanos's unorthodox methods, but she had always dismissed them as exaggerations. Now, the reality was staring her in the face, and it was terrifying.
The rope bit into Rachel's skin, but she didn't dare protest. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of her own racing pulse. Ms. Castellanos leaned in close, her eyes piercing. "Let this be a lesson," she said coldly. "You will never forget to pass on an important call again." Rachel felt a mix of fear and humiliation wash over her.
The rest of the day was a blur. Rachel worked in Ms. Castellanos's office, her wrists bound, while Ms. Castellanos held meeting after meeting. Her colleagues cast curious glances, but no one dared to ask. Rachel's mind was a tornado of emotions. Anger at her boss's overreaction. Fear of what might happen next. And a strange, dark curiosity about how far Ms. Castellanos would take her strictness.
Her boss, Ms. Castellanos, was a force to be reckoned with. Known for her sharp tongue and unwavering expectations, Rachel had always walked on eggshells around her. But today, she was pushing her luck. The office phone rang, and Rachel let out a sigh.
"Hello, Castellanos Enterprises, Rachel speaking," she said, her voice a mix of professionalism and dread.
"Is Ms. Castellanos available?" a deep voice boomed through the receiver. Rachel's heart skipped a beat. It was the voice of their biggest client, Mr. Daniels. She had specifically been warned to never, under any circumstances, let his calls go to voicemail. But today, of all days, she had been daydreaming about the beach. The sun, the sand, the gentle lull of the waves. The office was stifling, the fluorescent lights buzzing above her head, and she had missed the call.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Daniels," Rachel responded, her voice shaking slightly. "Ms. Castellanos is in a meeting. May I take a message?"
"Tell her I'll hold," he said, the line going silent for a moment before Rachel heard the faint sound of pages rustling. She knew better than to argue. But as she buzzed her boss's office, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to step into a tornado.
Ms. Castellanos's stern voice crackled over the intercom. "What is it, Rachel?" Rachel took a deep breath and relayed the message, her heart pounding in her chest.
The intercom went quiet. Then, in a calm yet firm tone, "Send him through." Rachel felt the blood drain from her face. "But, I-" she began to protest, only to be cut off.
"Immediately," Ms. Castellanos said, leaving no room for debate. Rachel nodded to herself and switched the call over. As the line went dead, she could almost hear the thunderous footsteps of her boss's approach.
The moment the office door flung open, Rachel knew she was in for it. Ms. Castellanos's eyes bore into her, a tempest of rage brewing beneath the surface. Rachel tried to shrink into her chair, but it was too late. The storm had arrived.
"How could you?" she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. Rachel felt the heat rising to her cheeks as she fumbled for an apology. "You know how important this client is!"
Ms. Castellanos's grip was like iron as she grabbed Rachel's wrist and dragged her to the conference room. Rachel's heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her throat. She knew she was in trouble, but she never could have anticipated what was about to happen next.
The room grew colder as Ms. Castellanos locked the door behind them. Rachel's eyes widened in shock when she saw the stern look on her boss's face. "This is unacceptable," Ms. Castellanos said, pulling out a roll of ropes from the drawer. Rachel's mind raced. This was beyond a simple scolding.
With a swiftness that belied her usual poise, Ms. Castellanos tore off a piece of rope and wrapped it around Rachel's wrists, securing them tightly behind her back. Rachel's breath caught in her throat. She had heard rumors about Ms. Castellanos's unorthodox methods, but she had always dismissed them as exaggerations. Now, the reality was staring her in the face, and it was terrifying.
The rope bit into Rachel's skin, but she didn't dare protest. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of her own racing pulse. Ms. Castellanos leaned in close, her eyes piercing. "Let this be a lesson," she said coldly. "You will never forget to pass on an important call again." Rachel felt a mix of fear and humiliation wash over her.
The rest of the day was a blur. Rachel worked in Ms. Castellanos's office, her wrists bound, while Ms. Castellanos held meeting after meeting. Her colleagues cast curious glances, but no one dared to ask. Rachel's mind was a tornado of emotions. Anger at her boss's overreaction. Fear of what might happen next. And a strange, dark curiosity about how far Ms. Castellanos would take her strictness.
