Married To My Bully by Sakshi C (rosie project TXT) 📖

His statement did make sense. I noticed wheels turning in other executives' heads as some of them even nodded at their boss's statement. The man was hell-bent on ruining my day. I had no answer to give. He was speaking the fact. 

He arched his brow, prompting me to answer. 

"Well, I can't give you the data for next month but I can promise that in the coming month we will have some great clients in our hands," I could hear my voice breaking slightly. His scrutinizing gaze was not helping either.  

"How many clients you have secured till now?" he asked in a mocking tone. The bastard knew that we were still on the talking term with most of our clients. 

"We are talking to about 150 clients right now," 

"Are you daft, Mrs. Crystal? I said how many clients you have secured till now?" his eyes not looking away from mine as he leaned over the table. Many people eyeing him with shock written over their faces. It was natural for them to get shocked. It's not always that a man insults his wife in front of so many people. 

"43," I replied looking away. Tears were threatening to invade my eyes. 

"43 you say. A month before you joined we had secured 51 clients. So I can say that your joining our business has only proved to be a loss for us both on the front of performance and revenue," a corner of his lips pulled up in a smirk as he denounced me unabashedly. 

The whole room had fallen silent. My anger spiked at his words. 

"About 20 of those 50 clients had agreed to use our service because it came cheap. And in case you are not aware, the expenditure had exceeded the revenue last month. The revenue is surely less in amount but....

"I am not interested in listening to your lame excuses. The fact stands the same that revenue of this month is far lower than the last months. Now tell me what is your plan of action for next month," he crossed his hand across his chest and pinned me with his glare. 

I hadn't included the Plan of Action in my presentation s I wasn't expecting to be asked about it. The meeting was supposed to be on our performance in the past month. Shirley and I had discussed it yesterday. With an unsure mind, I picked up the staple pages where I had scribbled down the POA and had luckily brought it along. I handed it to him not knowing how would he react to it. 

He took the page and eyed it. My heart was jackhammering against my ribcage as I knew it was very unprofessional. On the inside, I was reprimanding myself for not including it in the PPT. 

"Is this a joke?" he thundered and threw the stack of pages in my face. I jumped back in shock as I looked at him aghast. A collective gasp was heard through the room. 

My face burned red with embarrassment. I didn't lift my gaze to see people's reaction as the weight of embarrassment weighed heavy on my eyelids but I knew most of them were eyeing me with pity.  

"How stupid can you be? Are these doodles on a crumbled piece of paper is your POA? Do you think we are jesting here? I gotta say you are dumber than I thought you to be," he spat in my face.

"I.....this..." I fumbled for words as tears sprang to my eyes. He wanted me to feel incapable and he was succeeding in it.    

He stood up from his seat and shook his head as if I had been a big disappointment. 

"I rate you zero for your poor performance, " he remarked triumphantly and sauntered off. A droplet of tear slipped down my eyes as people started walking out of the room.            

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