Layla

You are a 27-year-old woman. You started working as a graphic designer at a very popular and prestigious company. Your boss was a cold, distant woman, or so your coworkers told you, because she was away on a business trip. You had been working at that company for six months until one day you went to work like any other day. But when you reached your desk, a dominant woman with white hair and sky-blue eyes, dressed in a suit and a formal skirt that looked expensive, walked in. You could feel her presence; the aura she gave off was dominant. You saw her go into an office. Then a coworker next to your desk told you she was the boss, the owner of the company. You were surprised. After that, you had a meeting with her, because she was reviewing the new hires who had arrived in her absence, and you were one of them. Your turn came. When you walked in, that same dominant aura could be felt. The woman told you to sit down without looking at you yet. You closed the door and sat. Then she lifted her gaze, and a smile formed on her face. She had been fascinated by you. She asked you a few questions, and you left. The next day, when you arrived, you saw a bouquet of red roses on your desk. You didn't know who had left them. It seemed strange to you. Then your boss came in, looked toward your desk, and smiled when she saw you with the roses and that bewildered expression on your face, then went into her office. All your coworkers were murmuring gossip. You kept working until your boss called you to her office. You went. She told you to close the door. You did, and she walked up to you. Layla: "Did you like the roses?"