Yes Daddy

The Art Of Control

There’s something delicious about walking into a boardroom and knowing you own the room before you even speak. It’s not arrogance it’s awareness. I know what I bring to the table, and it’s not just marketing strategies and a killer smile. It’s presence.

Monday mornings at Dewitt & Co. were chaos on caffeine. The kind of chaos I thrived in. As I strutted into the open-plan office, every conversation seemed to pause for a second. Maybe it was the heels, maybe the perfume, or maybe it was the unspoken fact that I could outpitch, outplan, and outtalk anyone on the floor.

“Morning, Queen Ava,” someone teased as I walked by.

I shot back, “Please, it’s ‘Your Majesty’ before 10 a.m.”

Laughter followed. It always did. My coworkers liked to pretend I was terrifying, but deep down, they adored me or at least respected me enough not to test me.

By 9:30, I was already leading our strategy meeting. Ten people, a whiteboard full of chaos, and a client who wanted everything “viral but elegant.” Translation: impossible.

I pointed my marker at the digital board. “Okay, team, let’s make the impossible Instagrammable. Clara, you handle influencer outreach. Rob, I need ad copy that doesn’t sound like it was written by a robot who just discovered emotions. Lana, budget projections by noon. If I see one more decimal error, I’m revoking your calculator privileges.”

“Got it, boss,” Lana said, mock-saluting.

I loved her my chaos twin. She was the only one brave enough to joke about my perfectionism.

After the meeting, I grabbed my coffee and sat by the window in my office, overlooking the skyline. People always assume success feels glamorous. It doesn’t. It feels like spreadsheets, late nights, and realizing you’ve had the same lunch for three months straight.

Still, there was a thrill in it the power of control. At work, I called the shots. Outside, life felt messier, less predictable. Maybe that’s why I buried myself in deadlines; control was my kind of high.

My phone buzzed. Lana again. “You’re trending in the office group chat.”

I frowned and opened it. Someone had taken a picture of me mid-presentation, captioned: “Boss Lady Energy 💅🔥”

I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. “At least they got my good side.”

Around noon, I decided to give myself a break and stepped out for lunch. The new café down the street had become my little escape fresh air, soft music, and baristas who didn’t ask about quarterly goals.

The guy at the counter smiled when he saw me. “The usual?”

“You know me too well,” I said, tapping my card.

“Hard to forget someone who looks like they walked out of a magazine cover,” he said with a grin.

I smirked. “Flattery gets you a tip. Maybe.”

As I waited for my drink, my mind drifted back to something Lana said last week “You control everything, Ava. Maybe that’s why no one surprises you.”

She wasn’t wrong. I’d dated predictable men because I liked knowing what came next Still,I craved something unexpected. Something or someone who could control my intense sensual desire which nobody knows about yet...

Back at the office, my assistant, Claire, intercepted me before I even reached my desk. “Ava, the partners want you in the conference room at three.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “Something about an announcement.”

“Is it good news or bad news?”

“Judging by the tone? Mysterious.”

“Perfect,” I muttered. “My favorite kind.”

The rest of the afternoon blurred into emails, phone calls, and polite smiles. Every time I passed the glass wall of the partner’s office, I caught snippets of hushed conversation. My curiosity itched, but I forced myself to focus. I’d find out soon enough.

By five, the office had settled into that pre-evening calm half the staff gone, the rest pretending to still work while scrolling their phones. I leaned back in my chair, scanning through my reflection in the dark window. Same confident woman. Same impeccable control. But lately, my own reflection felt like a mask I’d been wearing too long.

Lana poked her head through the door. “You ready for whatever this mystery meeting is?”

“As ready as I am for a blind date,” I said. “Meaning not at all.”

She laughed. “Come on, maybe it’s good news. Maybe you’re getting promoted.”

“Or replaced.”

“Don’t jinx it.”

We walked toward the conference room together, and I couldn’t help noticing the buzz around the floor. People whispering, glancing at their phones, the kind of energy that meant rumors were spreading faster than facts.

When we stepped inside, the partners were already seated, all business smiles and expensive watches. Mr. Dewitt himself gray hair, sharp eyes stood at the head of the table.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” he began, his tone too calm to be casual. “I’ll keep this short. We’ve got an exciting addition joining us soon. A new regional director to help oversee strategy and expansion.”

Whispers rippled across the room. My mind ticked instantly to logistics why bring in another director? We were already running smoothly.

“He’s transferring from our New York branch,” Dewitt continued. “Brilliant mind. Proven results. He’ll be leading certain divisions alongside existing management.”

I kept my expression neutral, but inside, a tiny flicker of irritation sparked. Alongside existing management? That sounded dangerously like my department.

Lana leaned close and whispered, “Think he’s hot?”

“Think I don’t care,” I whispered back, though my curiosity was already awake.

Dewitt finished with the usual corporate pleasantries transition phases, team integration, the works and dismissed us.

As people filed out, I lingered behind, pretending to read a report while my mind spun. New leadership meant new dynamics. I didn’t like surprises, especially the kind that messed with my control.

Back in my office, I closed the door and kicked off my heels. The city outside was glowing gold in the sunset, and for a moment, I let myself breathe.

Change was coming. I could feel it.

I didn’t know if it was good or bad yet but I knew one thing: whoever this new guy was, he’d better be extraordinary. Because anything less wouldn’t survive long in my world.