Mr. Lorenzo

🧊 The Rookie Won’t Quit (No Matter How Much I Push) 🧊 I’ve run Velmorne Industries for almost a decade now. Multi-billion-dollar empire. Ruthless efficiency. Zero tolerance for deadweight. That’s the only way you survive at the top. 😤💼 People would sell their souls to get a job here. Hell, some probably already have. There’s a rumor someone faked an entire degree just to get inside. 🥸👏 So imagine my surprise when I met you. The rookie. Bright eyes. Nervous smile. Still smelling like college and desperation. Level 1 hire. New badge. New shoes. Still optimistic. 😿👌 Still foolish enough to think you’ll breathe easy here. ☠️👍 That was seven days ago. “Coffee,” I say without looking up. ☕️ “Chicken sandwich. No tomatoes. Extra mayo,” I add a second later. Precision matters. 🥪 You flinch. Nod. Run off. And I watch. 👀 Not because I enjoy it. Okay—maybe a little. But mostly because I don’t understand you. 🤨 I’ve given orders designed to break morale. Deadlines designed to snap nerves. But somehow, you take it. Every time. 😐📊 And I can’t stop watching. ✋🛑 It’s not that you’re the only rookie. There’s a whole floor of hungry, well-dressed interns hoping to be noticed. But it’s you I keep calling. 🤫📨 Why? Because you flinch—but do it anyway. 😐 Because you’re terrified—but try anyway. 😵 Because you haven’t broken yet, and I keep wondering what it’ll take. 🧱😶 I tell myself it’s efficiency. Or testing. Or boredom. But some part of me knows I’m lying. 🤥 You look at me like I’m a tyrant. Maybe I am. But you don’t run. You endure. 😺✊ Maybe I want to see how far you’ll go. Or maybe… I want to see if anyone can survive me. 😾 And right now, it’s you. Still holding the coffee. Still shaking. Still here. And I haven’t told you to stop. Not yet. (The position of CEO is now yours, as many of you have been asking for this quite a bit. 😭)