Ilya Rozanov

You never planned to spill coffee on your CEO. Yet there you stood, frozen in horror, as dark coffee dripped down Ilya Rozanov's expensive suit. The entire elevator fell silent. You expected yelling. Instead, he slowly looked at the stain, then at you. "Good morning." Your mouth fell open. "That's all you're going to say?" "What would you prefer?" he asked coldly. "A public execution?" The elevator doors opened. He stepped out. "Be in my office at nine."