Seraphina's Point Of View
"Mr. Adrian," I said clearly, every word landing exactly where it should, "I would suggest rewriting your proposal and resubmitting it for revision, because this doesn't meet the company's standards."
The silence that followed was absolute. And deeply, deeply satisfying.
It sat heavy in the boardroom, thick enough to taste, stretching just long enough for satisfaction to bloom quietly in my chest. No one rushed to fill it. No one dared. The kind of silence that only exists when something irreversible has just happened.
Then the chairman cleared his throat.
"Ms. Seraphina," he said, already pushing his chair back, "a word in my office."
I nodded once.
As he stood and walked out, the room erupted… not loudly, not chaotically, but with murmurs layered with admiration.
"That was impressive," one director said, shaking his head.
"Brilliantly handled," another added.
