I know I’m being harsh. But I have no choice.

Sitting behind my desk, I watch as she stares at the report I just handed back, disbelief written all over her face. It wasn’t bad, it never is but tonight, I’m not letting anything slide.

“You need to redo the whole thing,” I say, my voice steady and firm. “I want it on my desk first thing tomorrow.”

She hesitates for a second before meeting my gaze. “But last night, you said it was fine.”

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. Last night, she challenged me, suggested that maybe I was favoring her.

Well, now she gets to taste her own words.

I’m the CEO. And in this office, I do not play favorites.