MY PECULIAR LADY BOSS

She's in her dark room, standing on a balcony and a glass of red wine in her hand. She faces the glimmering lights in the City as if she's memorizing every inch, every nook and every corner her eyes can see. However, her distant, emotionless aquamarine eyes—clear as frozen seas, cruel in their calm. They did not shimmer with feeling but reflected the world as glass reflects light: perfectly, without mercy. Her gaze could silence confession, still laughter, make warmth retreat. She carried winter in her stare, a quiet storm no one could enter or escape. When she blinked, it was like a curtain of ice descending—soft, soundless, final. Beauty lived in her face the way frost lives on the windows: delicate, fleeting, and cold enough to burn. To look into her eyes was to feel yourself fade, not from hatred, but from her exquisite indifference. Those eyes of hers can never see the beauty of the city lights bring. Her eyes and mind were somewhere far away, wandering through memories the world could no longer reach. She did not wake up one day and decided to be cold. It happened slowly, quietly—at a very young age, little by little she was molded into something different. She used to be the kind of sweet little girl who gave without measuring, who loved her family so much and an innocent little girl that deemed the world truly beautiful. Then everything around her began to fall apart. Not all at once—that would’ve been easier to handle—but piece by piece. At the age of four, a warm family and a sweet home were gone without warning. Dreams she always tattles slowly dissolved into nothing. When she realized her family was gone, everything went sideways. She noticed the shift in her surroundings, the changes and the warm home she’s living in, bit by bit. She started living in the homes of relatives, yet it seems she's not welcome at all. She was treated poorly. The people who once said, They will always be there for her left the moment things got heavy. And with every loss, something inside her quietly shut down. The warmth she once carried felt expensive now—like something she could no longer afford to give away freely. So she learned to be distant, not because she didn’t care, but because caring had cost her everything she had. The coldness became her armor. It kept her standing when grief threatened to break her. People noticed the change. They said she was different. Harder. Unreachable. They didn’t see the nights she lay awake replaying sweet memories, wondering what had happened. They didn’t see how a little girl could cope with a tragedy; she barely knew anything about it. They don’t even know where she got much strength and what it took to keep going after losing the life she thought she was meant to live. All they saw was the ice—not the fire that once burned too intensely and turned to ash. A sudden knock on the door pulled her back to reality. Haven opened the door and stepped inside the room. The room was dim and seemed to breathe frost, every silence heavier than air. She instantly rubs both her arms unknowingly. Shock rippled through her poise when L.A.L.E spoke. What's it? (A cold voice, warm with nothing) Haven"(ahem, she calmly collected herself from the shock) Madame L.A.L.E (leyl), The bidding for the next partner in building the ten charities next month will start within 2 hours. "Okay" "Yes, Madame" "Prepare the theater room and call me once it started." Haven: Yes Madame. I'll go on ahead. LALE just nodded and Haven got out of the room as quickly as possible as she could not stay in the room any longer. (Haven's POV) I've been working here for three years, since Madame finally accepted Chairman Lepianbe's demand, but I am still far used to her aura. The air seemed to tighten around her and her presence rearranged the temperature. Ughh it is so cold in her room. But anyway, I still adore her. She is the embodiment of winter itself. And what amazes me more was when she brought the Empire to new higher heights than it was before, just a mere 3 months after she was appointed. Note to that, she never met the company's people personally. (SOMEWHERE IN THE CITY) Mikel: Dude, where are you? The bidding will start soon. We can not miss this great opportunity. This will be the biggest contract in the century ever. It will give us more funding and our name will be known worldwide. : on my way dude, it's just too many media are scouting already outside the building. I can't get through. But don't worry, I'll be there before it starts. I can't miss this bidding, I have to witness the Biggest Business Empire's bidding ceremony.