She was not alone in her respect for him. Because he is more than a boss to people. He’s a religion for non-believers.

The air between them was electric, the scent of his aftershave was intoxicating and she could feel the testosterone bouncing off him. She could immediately tell he was a powerful man.

Every great man is an idol, an oracle of inquiry. Don’t aspire to know the former, but aspire to know the diety in his soul.