The Gloria Sirens

Glancing at the clock, I finally interrupted the men around the conference table, who had been jabbering when we had important issues on the agenda. The meeting was at my firm’s office, and I was responsible for running a productive meeting.

“Okay, there will be enough time for all of that later. Let’s get down to business,” I said.

The men all turned to me and glared. They hushed, but they exchanged looks with one another as if to say “What a bitch.”