His name was Jonathan Miller, the CEO of the marketing agency where Kalista worked. We had met during various board meetings, and I had quickly gained his respect for my strategic insights and decisive leadership. However, Jonathan wasn’t there to address Kalista. He was there to acknowledge me—as his boss.
The room fell into an uneasy stillness, with Kalista’s smirk vanishing like a wisp of smoke. My family and her friends, who had joined in the laughter earlier, were now frozen, their smiles hanging awkwardly. I felt their eyes darting between Jonathan and me, struggling to piece together the jigsaw they had never imagined existed.
“Hi, boss,” Jonathan said again, this time with a slight nod of respect. His words reverberated around the room, leaving an indelible mark on the faces of everyone present. My father, who had always underestimated my potential, looked at me with wide eyes, his chuckle replaced by a stunned silence. Kalista’s face was a tableau of disbelief, her confidence crumbling like sandcastles at high tide.
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