Page 4 of Bossalicious Bad Boy

She knows better than to linger when I have a packed schedule ahead.

As I sit down at my desk, I take a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and freshly brewed coffee. Everything is in its place. I’m ready to tackle the day.

But then, something catches my eye. A new intern stands near the entrance of my office, her posture straight and her gaze steady. Clara, they told me her name was.

She's young, but there's an air of professionalism about her. The way she holds herself, the calm confidence in her eyes. I can't help but be intrigued.

"Can I help you?" I ask, my tone firm yet polite.

"Mr. Blaese, I was told to deliver these reports to you."

She holds up a neatly organized stack of papers, her voice clear and assertive.

"I double-checked them for accuracy, as requested," she says.

"Very well," I say, nodding in approval. "Leave them on the corner of my desk, please."

As Clara sets down the reports, I notice how she carefully aligns the edges with the corner of my desk—just as I would’ve done. It's a small gesture, but it speaks volumes about her attention to detail.

"Thank you, Clara," I tell her, making a mental note to keep an eye on this intern.

There's something about her that I find...refreshing. In a world where chaos reigns supreme, it's a rare and welcome sight to find someone who values order and control as much as I do.

I sit behind my immaculate glass desk, the reflection of the cityscape dancing on its surface. My heart pounds like an impatient judge's gavel, demanding order in this chaotic world. There's a discrepancy in the numbers for this quarter. The tension radiates through every cell of my body.

"Alex, here are the updated reports," Julie says nervously, her hands shaking slightly as she hands me the papers.

"Finally," I snap, snatching them from her. "If you had done it correctly the first time, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Apologies, Mr. Blaese," she stammers, her face flushing with embarrassment.

"See that it doesn't happen again."

My voice is ice-cold, leaving no room for argument. Julie nods hastily and scurries out of my office, closing the door softly behind her.

I take a deep breath and scan the report, searching for any further errors. The numbers now align. The tight knot of frustration in my chest loosens. The satisfaction of control and order is unparalleled, and I crave it constantly.

I begin my daily rounds, striding down the polished marble hallway, the rhythmic click of my shoes echoing through the building. Each department head has their daily report ready for me, as is expected. I study their faces, searching for any signs of incompetence or insubordination. They know better than to disappoint me.

"Everything's running smoothly, sir," assures Susan, the head of marketing. "We're ahead of schedule on our latest campaign."

"Good. I expect nothing less," I reply, moving on to the next department without another word.

As I make my way through the company, I ensure that everything is in perfect order—as it should be. Despite the meticulous organization of the office, I can never shake the feeling that chaos lurks just beneath the surface. Waiting for a moment of weakness to strike.

"Control and order," I murmur under my breath, like a mantra, grounding myself in their significance.

They are the foundation on which my success has been built, and I will not let them crumble.

The moment Clara Williams walks into the office, I sense something is different. Her no-nonsense attitude and professional appearance stand out amidst the sea of employees. She wears a crisp white blouse, tailored black pants, and a pair of sensible heels. Her dark hair is swept back into a neat bun, and her eyes hold a determined glint.

"Good morning, Mr. Blaese," she greets me with a firm handshake. "I haven’t had the chance to formally introduce myself. I'm Clara, your new intern. I'm looking forward to working with you."

"Welcome, Clara," I say tersely, my eyes never leaving hers. "I expect nothing but your best effort here. Is that clear?"

"Absolutely, sir," she replies, her gaze unwavering.

I watch as Clara dives headfirst into her tasks, her nimble fingers fly over the keyboard as she compiles data and reviews project proposals. She's diligent in her work, staying late to finish a project or going above and beyond to ensure a client's needs are met. The other employees take notice, and soon whispers of her dedication fill the office halls.

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