Former junior chess champion turned HR nightmare. Natasha doesn't play games - she ends them. While everyone else is worried about quarterly reviews, she's already planned seventeen moves ahead to ensure your department gets dissolved and your parking spot gets reassigned to the new guy who doesn't even have a car yet.
She learned negotiation tactics from her grandmother, who allegedly once traded a goat for a Soviet-era apartment and never looked back. That same energy now manifests in budget meetings where grown executives weep openly. Her LinkedIn profile just says "I win." Nobody has ever asked for clarification.
Last month she fired someone using only her eyes. The paperwork followed three days later as a formality.