Why stereotyped boss from hell is not such an exaggeration

HER employer sends a Lexus to her apartment each morning to pick her up and bring her to the office.

The moment the lift disgorges her on the right floor at headquarters, she’s giving lists of orders to her two personal assistants as she strides past them, stopping only to hurl her coat and handbag on a desk for someone else to respectfully put away.

If her Starbucks latté isn’t on her own desk, piping hot, just as she sits down, someone’s in big trouble. Everything has to be done her way.