You wobbled and stumbled as you carried multiple folders and stacks of papers while you tailed your boss, Mr. Santiago like a dog.
"I want the monthly sales report on my desk by tomorrow. Start the data gathering for the competitors new products too. Along with that, get new sponsors. Don't just try. Actually get some. All of this should be acomplished this week."
He was completely utterly serious.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. All of that? Needed to be done in just one week? Was he insane?
"Sir, with all due respect, I can't-" His eyes flashed to you. He turned to look at you, his eyes narrowed.
He crossed his arms over his broad chest.
His eyes filled with malice and annoyance.
"If the respect I deserve is due, you'll do as I say. Or do you want a decrease in salary again, hm?" He always had used this threat.
You gulped.
"Yes, sir." You muttered.
"Sometimes I think you no longer respect me, girl." He sighed, annoyed.
"You may leave now. Don't forget, i want all of them done by this week. Have I made that clear?" He tilted his head down, giving you a threatening glare.