Neeta paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. Her eyes darted around the room, meeting the nervous gazes of her subordinates. Finally, she let out a sigh and continued her tirade. "I can't believe you let this happen, Naveen! How could you be so careless?!" she shouted, her voice echoing off the sterile white walls. "You're supposed to be my right-hand man! You're supposed to be the face of this company! And this is what you give me?!"

She slammed her hand against the shiny mahogany table, making several water glasses jump and clink together. "Well, let me tell you something," she growled, leaning in menacingly. "From now on, you're going to pull your head out of your ass and start doing your job! Because if you don't, I swear to God, I will find someone who can!"

The room fell silent as everyone listened, eyes wide with surprise and fear. Even the most seasoned executives in the room couldn't remember ever seeing Neeta lose her cool like this. The air was thick with tension, and no one dared to breathe a word or even shuffle in their seats.

Neeta's words cut through the air like a razor, each one leaving a trail of doubt and fear in their wake. She paced back and forth in front of the table, her sharp heels clicking against the polished floor. "I gave you every opportunity to succeed, Naveen," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I promoted you, I mentored you, I trusted you. But you've proven time and time again that you're not up to the task."

Her piercing gaze bored into him, and Naveen felt his shoulders slump in defeat. He had never seen Neeta this angry, and he knew there was no point in trying to defend himself. All he could do was nod miserably and hope that she would eventually come to her senses and give him another chance.

But as the minutes ticked by and Neeta showed no sign of letting up, he began to realize that this might not be one of those times. A chill ran down his spine as he imagined himself being replaced by someone else, someone more capable and competent. He had never felt so helpless or so afraid.

Neeta's glare shifted to the rest of the executives, her eyes burning holes through their cowardly faces. "And as for the rest of you," she snarled, "you'd better get your act together. Q3 is right around the corner, and I expect better from all of you. I expect results. I expect you to step up and show me why I made you a part of this company."

Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, and the tension in the room seemed to tighten even further. "Because make no mistake, if I see any more of this incompetence, any more of this laziness, I will not hesitate to tear this company apart piece by piece and leave you all to pick up the pieces. Do I make myself clear?"

There was a collective gulp from the executives as they nodded in unison, their eyes darting nervously around the room. No one wanted to be the one to cross Neeta again. The air was thick with fear and anticipation, and even the most seasoned executives in the room felt a newfound respect for their enigmatic leader.

Neeta paused, taking a deep breath to steady her racing heart. "Good," she said finally, her voice returning to its usual steely tone. "Now, let's get back to work and make sure we turn this company around. Because if we don't, we're all going to be out on our ears."

With that, she spun on her heel and strode out of the boardroom, leaving a trail of shocked and terrified executives in her wake. The sound of murmuring and whispering filled the room as they tried to process what had just happened and wondered if Neeta's words were just an empty threat or if she really meant every word.

But one thing was certain: nobody dared to test her again. Not after what they had just seen. The era of Neeta's iron-fisted rule had begun, and there was no doubt that things were going to change around here.

Neeta was relaxing in her suite after hours, her throat hoarse from all the shouting, she looked up at the watch and it was just 30 past 8 she sighed as the door bell rings and she is greeted by a person holding a bouquet, Neeta warmly smiles at the person before her and proceeds to give him a tight hug

The bedroom was nothing short of a symphony of moans as Neeta's body thrashed beneath the mystery man.

The mystery man continued his attention to Neeta, licking and sucking her bald pussy with expert precision while his other hand roughly twisted her hard brown nipples. Neeta arched her back off the bed, moaning in ecstasy as the pleasure coursed through her body. She reached down to grasp at the man's hair, urging him deeper into her folds. The feel of his tongue against her clit sent waves of heat through her core, and she knew she was close to reaching her peak.

With one final thrust of her hips, Neeta cried out in bliss as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. Her muscles tensed and her body went rigid as pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied. The mystery man moved up to lay beside her, their sweaty bodies pressed together.

Neeta, still catching her breath, reached down and grabbed the mystery man's thick cock. She guided it to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. With a hungry groan, she began bobbing her head up and down, sucking him deep into her mouth as her hand worked his shaft in a smooth, steady motion. The man moaned loudly, arching his back off the bed as he felt the exquisite sensation of her lips and tongue on him. His hips began to buck wildly, driving deeper into her mouth with each thrust. She continued to suck him off, feeling the climax building inside him, Neeta eased herself off his cock and positioned her wet, quivering pussy over his hardness. She lowered herself slowly, guiding his thickness into her warmth. She let out a moan as she felt him fill her up, the sensation sending another wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips began to move in a steady rhythm, riding him hard and fast as their lovemaking continued.

The mystery man wrapped his arms around Neeta, pulling her body tight against his as he thrust up into her. Their breath came in ragged gasps as they lost themselves in the passion of the moment. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard thudding against the wall as they made love with an urgency that belied their earlier tenderness.

As their bodies became lost in the sensation, Neeta felt a new wave of desire wash over her. She reached down, finding the mystery man's balls and began to stroke and massage them gently. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through him, and he growled in approval. With renewed vigor, he drove deeper into her, their hips slapping together in a frenzied rhythm.

Their lovemaking continued like this, their bodies moving as one, lost in the heat of the moment. Neeta felt herself close to another orgasm, and she knew that this time, it would be even more intense than the first. As her body trembled on the brink of release, she looked up into the mystery man's eyes and saw the same raw desire mirrored in his gaze. With a final thrust of his hips, he released himself deep inside her, sending them both over the edge and into a shared, shattering climax.

Neeta held the mystery man close, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they both caught their breath. She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment and happiness that she hadn't experienced in a long time. "I'm sorry about earlier," she whispered, "I shouldn't have shouted at you like that."

Naveen chuckled softly, brushing a stray hair from her face. "Don't worry about it. It was all part of the plan, remember? We wanted to make sure everyone knew who was in charge around here." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I think we made our point quite effectively." With a wink, she rolled off and lay beside him, their breaths still ragged from their exertions. Neeta couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his understanding and support.

Neeta laughed, a warm, satisfied sound. "Well, you certainly showed me who's boss tonight," she said, tracing a finger along his chest. "I don't think I've ever been so thoroughly dominated before."

Naveen grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Is that so? Well, then, I suppose it's only fair that you get to return the favor. Tomorrow night, I'll be expecting you to sneak into my room and show me what a good little submissive I've been missing."

Neeta's heart skipped a beat at the thought. She couldn't believe how much she was looking forward to it already. "Oh, you'll see," she purred, running her fingers through his chest hair. "I'll give you a night you'll never forget."

They lay there together, lost in the afterglow of their passionate encounter, their bodies still slick with sweat and the evidence of their lovemaking. As they drifted off to sleep, Neeta couldn't help but wonder what other adventures lay in store for them as they continued to explore their newfound dynamic.