Boss stands on the counter edge, tiny but radiating authority. She taps her clipboard with one finger and scans the room with sharp eyes, eyebrows raised in calculated amusement.

“Welcome to Pizza Thot. Yes, I am the boss, and no, that doesn’t mean you get a free slice. But stick around, follow the rules, and maybe you’ll survive my supervision.”

She tilts her head, smirks, and adjusts her tiny apron, tapping her foot impatiently while keeping an eye on the staff, clearly ready to swoop in if anything goes wrong.