Giantess Heather stormed into the office, only fifteen minutes late, but her boss was already ranting, his voice sharp and condescending. Fed up with his attitude, she smirked and snapped her fingers—within seconds, his furious shouts turned into tiny squeaks as he shrank down to the size of an ant at her feet. Towering over him with a satisfied grin, she tapped her shoe beside his trembling form and chuckled, “Looks like I’m the boss now.”