Amara squinted at the fluorescent lights of Lyselle Media's boardroom, a cup of coffee clutched like a lifeline. It wasn't even 8 a.m., and she already felt like she'd run a marathon. Across from her, Helena Lyselle sat primly, her impeccable suit practically glowing with authority. Gerald, meanwhile, was flipping through a thick folder with the disinterest of someone reviewing ancient relics.
"Lesson one," Helena began crisply, her tone sharp enough to slice glass. "The first impression is everything. Your posture is atrocious, Amara. Straighten up. You're a CEO-in-training, not a bored teenager."
Amara groaned and reluctantly sat up, though she made sure her expression conveyed maximum suffering. "Why does sitting upright feel like a punishment?"
"Because it's a skill you've never practiced," Helena shot back, her eyes narrowing. "Posture exudes power. If you look like you don't care, your employees won't either."