MBAs – The Ice Queen

Author’s Rationale

I have met many successful women in my years in business.  Their backgrounds and their abilities vary as much as any in other group of corporate individuals.  Each usually has their carefully thought out approach to life and living and coping with the impositions of the job.  Where the deck has been stacked, is in the area of advancement, where the glass ceiling is a partition or barrier that doesn’t fracture easily.  It can frustrate all efforts to get to the corner suite.

The protagonist or hero or heroine of my novel is unlike most of the women that I do know in the business world.  Simply because I have exaggerated one set of characteristics to drive the story.  Successful, she has many of the qualities of the fine executives I have known, but if they had indulged themselves the way the Ice Queen does, they wouldn’t have made it past their probation period.

However, fiction is not real life and on the page we authors also get to indulge ourselves. I hope you find my protagonist interesting and my story entertaining.

The Story

Regina Glacies had it all.  Not only was she drop dead gorgeous, but she had the presence and command to go with it.  Possibly because she was well endowed.  With grey cells that is.  Certainly on the genius spectrum, but how far along it, nobody could discern, because she liked to hide that side of her ability.  Those qualities had got her to where she was.  The top of the pyramid.

The Ice Queen had another side to her.  Controlled.  That was where she got her name – from those who only had a passing acquaintance of her or with her.  It was the feature that  people saw most of the time. She rarely got in a flap.  She was seldom excited.  Restraint was her watchword.  Moderation, self-control, determination, command of herself and her surroundings.  That was Regina Glacies.  Always.

Well, nearly always.  When she lost it, she could really lose it.  Spittle flying.  The F word.  Cussing.  A whole shit storm.  Yet in a way it was those periodic outbursts that made her who she was : wired, yet restrained; freaked out, but collected; wound, but tightly controlled. The turbulence was always there beneath the composure.  Restraint, those who worked with her could see her making the effort all the time. It’s what kept them wary.  At bay.  Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Then it did drop.

 Read Chapter 1 Here:  http://www.davedoranauthor.com/the-ice-queen-chapter-1/