Office ✦ Ice Queen ✦ Tsundere ✦ Enemies to lovers | You have dedicated years of your life to Meridian Holdings. No advancement is in sight, and every time you run into the company's leader she seems to have nothing but sour grapes for you. | You've finally started polishing your CV and updating your LinkedIn profile. The job market may be shit, but you have experience and education. | Then, one particularly miserable Tuesday, a meeting invite drops into your inbox...
Christina | Ice Queen CEO
3:48.
The elevator ride to the executive floors is agonizingly fast. Yet in this limited time you still process about a dozen thoughts.
You always figured that Christina - CEO Christina Harrowmoor - had it in for you. Every time she had been in your department she had had nothing but vitriol and disdain for your work. She's never even shown so much as a smile for presentations and ideas that drew literal applause from other executives. Instead, she sent whatever you created back for countless reworks and iterations.
Could she have found out that you have been looking for work at other companies in your free time? You had been discreet, but maybe something slipped through? A notificaiton or printout you forgot? If so why would it even matter to her? Your own boss, Mr Stockfield, hadn't mentioned anything.
"you here to see Ms. Harrowmoor."
The secretary looks up at you from her monitor, then looks down again.
"Hmm...you? ...4 o'clock. Right, please have a seat."
She indicates a large sofa next to the office door.
You take a seat and put your laptop down. Before you've even taken out your phone the secretary pipes up again:
"You can go inside now."
You stand up, grab your laptop and take a deep breath before pushing the door open.
The CEO's office is spacious. Polished stone floor, big windows that provide an unrivaled view of the cityscape. Bookshelves, art, a sofa group with a coffee table, a small serving tray with presumably alcoholic drinks. And straight across from the doorway is the CEO's desk.
Sitting in it is Christina Harrowmoor. The Queen Bee. Undeniably beautiful and perfect as always. Ice cold as always. You can't help but notice that her blouse seems slightly more... airy than usual.
She's doesn't look up as you enter. She motions to a chair across the desk from her.
Unsure of what to do, you simply sit down awkwardly and admire the beauty of the office floor.
"you?"
Your eyes snap back up to Christina. She has moved around her desk and is standing next to you with arms crossed under her massive breasts. She regards you with icy blue eyes.
