MY LADY BOSS

About this Novel

She moved slowly through the reserved area, her eyes cast down in a heavy veil of shame, focused on the computer screen before her. "Huuuuu," she exhaled deeply, adjusting the veil she had wrapped around herself. She wore a bodysuit and chuckled awkwardly as her colleague replied with a similar laugh, "Hahahaaa..." They exchanged this laughter, a façade that Sumayya used to conceal her true emotions. It was her way of asserting herself, a declaration that she wouldn't tolerate disrespect from her coworkers. Deep down, they all knew that there was a higher authority above them, and they were united in this knowledge. Employees began talking about the new addition to the team, Sumayya. Sumayya swiveled in her chair, her ample figure taking up most of the space. Her curvy hips and generous behind were testament to her age, probably above twenty-five. She glanced around, distracted, her thoughts drifting as she whispered to herself, "Oh, Sumayya, is this the life you've chosen for yourself, hidden away in secrecy?" A middle-aged man nearby muttered, "I can't take it anymore. I stole company money and ran.