Chapter 5 – THAT'S THE CEO?

It was three days into her new job, and Andrea hadn't embarrassed herself yet. Considering her first day had involved coming to work late, getting lost and arguing with a stranger in the executive wing, she considered that a personal achievement.

Most of her time had been spent watching training videos, signing forms, and trying not to fall asleep while reading company policies.

So when Robert Harrington stopped beside her desk that morning, she almost welcomed the interruption. "Department meeting with the CEO at Conference Room A. Ten o'clock."

Andrea looked up from her computer. “What’s the meeting about?”

But Harrington was already walking away.

Of course he was.

Rachel rolled her chair slightly toward Andrea a few seconds later. “You okay?”

“I think so?”

“That means no,” Rachel said immediately.

Andrea sighed and leaned back in her chair. “Harrington just told me there’s a department meeting with the CEO.”

Rachel’s expression changed instantly. “Oh.”

Andrea narrowed her eyes. “Why did you say that like someone just announced a funeral?”

Rachel lowered her voice dramatically. “Because that man is terrifying.”

Andrea laughed lightly. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not.” Rachel shook her head. “Last month, somebody gave a presentation with the wrong financial projections and he stared at the guy so long the man started sweating through his shirt.”

Andrea snorted.

“I’m serious.”

“How bad can he honestly be?”

Rachel stared at her for a moment.

Then said carefully, “You’ve never met Henry Moore before, have you?”

The name sounded familiar.

"Oh Henry Moore. I heard some ladies talk about him in the bus on my first day." She whispered. "I guess he really is terrifying."

Rachel snorted. "He really is. Welcome to our world, girl."

Andrea closed her laptop. Rachel lowered her voice. "Want my advice? Stay as far away from Henry Moore as possible."

Andrea raised an eyebrow. "Geez, I definitely will."

"The less he notices you, the happier your life will be."

Andrea smiled. "Noted."

*******

Andrea arrived five minutes early. The conference room was huge, long glass table, leather chairs, elegant windows overlooking the city. About fifteen people were already there, mostly from the analytics department. A few executives she'd never seen before sat at the head of the table.

She took a seat near the back and opened her notebook. The room filled up quickly. People were talking quietly, but there was tension in the air. Like everyone was waiting for something.

Then the door opened again. Andrea glanced up and her entire life flashed before her eyes.

“It was him”. The man from the hallway. He walked into the room in a dark gray suit that fit him perfectly, his expression cold and unreadable. He moved like he owned the place but people straightened in their seats while a few stood.

Her stomach dropped to the floor. “No no no… that can't be the CEO, right?" she said under her breath.

He walked to the front of the room and set a folder on the table, his movements controlled and deliberate.

"Let's get started," he said. His voice was deep and commanding. The kind of voice that made you pay attention without even thinking about it.

The room went silent.

As if sensing her panic, Henry’s gaze lifted slowly across the room. Then landed directly on her, recognition flashed briefly in his eyes.

And there it was again, that faint amusement.

Andrea nearly died on the spot.

He knew.

Of course he knew.

The man had probably known exactly who she was this entire time while she walked around the office blissfully unaware that she’d insulted the CEO on her first day.

Andrea gripped her pen tighter.

Maybe if she stayed quiet enough, he’d forget she existed.

Unfortunately, Henry Moore didn’t look like the kind of man who forgot anything.

“Oh my God. That's the CEO?”

Andrea's hands gripped the edge of the table.

“Did I tell the CEO to watch where he was going? Oh, I'm… I'm so doomed” She kept her head down, praying and begging that he'd forget she existed. Henry watched her try to disappear into her seat, and something twisted in his chest, something like satisfaction.

She looked terrified, trapped. Those defiant eyes from the hallway were now wide with panic, and her hands were clenched so tight on the table her knuckles had gone pale.

"She finally understands who I am."

The thought should have felt like victory. But instead, Henry found himself... disappointed. He'd liked the fire. The way she'd challenged him without fear, without knowing she should be afraid. Now that fear was there, sharp and obvious.

One of the senior executives stood. "We're here to discuss the performance of the Bradford acquisition. As you know, we acquired Bradford Manufacturing six months ago. I'm pleased to report they've generated twelve million dollars in revenue over the past five months."

A few people started clapping but Henry didn't move. The clapping stopped immediately.

His expression didn't change. "What are you clapping for?"

The executive blinked. "Sir?"

"I asked what you're clapping for." Henry's voice was calm but dangerous "twelve million in five months. Is that supposed to impress me?"

"Well, it's a significant improvement from…"

"Guaynam company in China made twenty-five million in the same period." Henry leaned forward slightly. "So what is there to celebrate? we're underperforming, significantly."

The room was so quiet Andrea could hear her own heartbeat. "You have six weeks to turn this around," Mr Moore continued. "I want a new strategy on my desk by next Friday. If the numbers don't improve, I'm replacing the management team at Bradford. Understood?"

The executive's face went pale. "Yes, sir."

"Good."

Henry straightened and looked around the room, his gaze moving over each person with cold assessment.

Andrea was focused on her notebook, pen moving across the page even though he doubted she was actually taking notes. Her shoulders were tense.

“Please don't see me. Please don't…”

"You."

Her blood turned to ice, “Me?”

Henry was looking directly at her. "Yes…stand up."

Her legs felt like water, but she stood. Every eye in the room turned toward her.

"Name," Henry said.

Her throat was dry. "Andrea Collins."

"You're new." he asked, as if he didn't know that already.

"Yes, sir."

His gaze didn't leave hers. There was no recognition in his expression, no acknowledgment of the hallway encounter, just cold and professional assessment. But Andrea felt the weight of his attention, and how the atmosphere seemed charged.

"Harrington," Henry Moore said, still looking at Andrea. "Is she on the Bradford project?" Harrington, sitting a few seats away, shifted uncomfortably. "Not yet, sir. She's still in onboarding…"

"She is now." Henry finally looked away from Andrea and turned to Harrington. "The acquisition analysis for the Hillcrest deal is due in two weeks. She'll assist you. I want preliminary data, market comparisons, and risk assessments. No excuses." Harrington's face brightened. "Of course, sir."

Henry's gaze returned to her. "Can you handle that?" Her mind was racing. She had no idea what the Hillcrest deal was, didn't know what she was supposed to do. But everyone was staring at her, and Henry Moore was waiting for an answer. And she was absolutely certain this was her punishment, for her attitude on the hallway, disrespecting him without knowing who he was. But she'd be damned if she let him see her crumble.

"Yes, sir," she said, her voice steadier than she felt.

"Good." His expression didn't change. "Sit down."

Andrea sat, her hands still trembling. The meeting continued. People presented numbers, discussed strategies. She barely heard any of it–was too busy trying to calm the panic clawing at her chest. “This is definitely payback, I'm going to get fired before I even finish my first week.”

Henry didn't look at her again but she could still feel his attention on her. He asked sharp questions, cut people off when they rambled, and dismissed two proposals without hesitation. Rachel was definitely right.

Thirty minutes later, the meeting finally ended. Employees gathered their things quickly and escaped the room almost like survivors fleeing a natural disaster. Andrea packed her notebook as fast as possible, fully intending to disappear before Henry could acknowledge her existence again.

“New girl.”

She froze. Slowly, she turned around. The room had nearly emptied now. Only Henry remained near the front of the conference table, one hand resting lightly against the folder in front of him.

He gestured once.

“Stay a moment.”

Andrea swallowed hard. This is it. Security is probably downstairs already.

She walked toward him carefully while the last few employees slipped out of the room. The doors closed behind them.

Silence settled instantly.

Henry studied her for a long second before speaking.

“We meet again.”

Andrea stared somewhere near his shoulder instead of directly at him. “Yes, sir.”

“You seemed less nervous the first time.”

Heat crept into her face immediately. Because the first time she thought he was just another arrogant executive. Not the CEO of an entire corporation.

Henry took a slow step closer. Not enough to invade her space. Just enough to make her aware of his presence.

“Do you know what the Hillcrest acquisition is?” he asked.

“No, sir.”

“At least you’re honest.”

Andrea finally looked up slightly. “Would you prefer I lie?” The words slipped out before she could stop them and she hated herself for it. "What is wrong with me?" she murmured under her breath.

For one dangerous second, silence filled the room. Then something unexpected flickered across Henry’s face. Not anger exactly,more like interest.

“There’s the attitude from the hallway,” he said quietly.

Andrea immediately looked away again.

Wonderful.

She was apparently incapable of surviving one conversation with this man without embarrassing herself.

Henry watched her carefully. Three days ago, she’d looked at him with open irritation and zero hesitation. Now she looked cautious. Guarded. Like she was trying very hard not to say the wrong thing.

And strangely enough, Henry preferred the first version.

“I don’t tolerate carelessness,” he said after a moment. “If you’re assigned to this project, I expect you to keep up.”

Andrea tightened her grip slightly around the notebook in her hands.

“I will.”

“You sound determined.”

“I guess I like proving people wrong.”

That caught him off guard, clearly wasn't expecting that. Henry’s eyes held hers a second longer this time. Then he stepped back, picked up his folder, and walked past her toward the door. But as he passed, he stopped, just for a second beside her. "Good." He stated. "I guess you have two weeks to show us what you've really got, New girl." Then he was gone.

Andrea remained standing in the empty conference room long after Henry had left. Her pulse still hadn't settled.

Two weeks.

That was all she had to prove she could be here. Two weeks to work on a project she knew nothing about. Two weeks to prove herself to a man who looked like he enjoyed watching people squirm.

Andrea closed her eyes.

Then she dropped her forehead lightly against the wall.

"God, I am so screwed."