Chapter 11

Leneora POV

My mind was filled with millions of thoughts; however, I wasn't afraid. Anyone in his condition would be upset. I wasn't moved by his outburst; instead, I breathed deeply and started thinking about my options.

Trent was oblivious that Sasha hadn't been around; if she had, she would have come see him since. I had already spoken to her earlier when I met her absence in the office; it was unusual of her; she was always here early. Very early..

“She isn't at work today,” I answered calmly. I wished he would listen. “She had called but you didn't pick; she sent messages and emails to you too, and HR had already approved her sick for seven working days,” I explained, looking through his eyes. It was as if I was already getting used to his anger; even when he wasn't going through a critical situation, he had never been patient with me, just within the few days of working at Knights Industries. 

He uttered no words, but his gaze was fixed on me. I could see his face twisted with annoyance; however, his eyes flickered for seconds, obvious that he understood my explanation, and then without saying anything to me, he stormed out of the office, leaving me alone.

When the door got shut behind him, I was still standing still in my position, motionless, thinking about what I was supposed to do next. 

“How do I go about this?” My thoughts swirled around as I tried to figure out my next step. Trent was gone. To attend to his father's critical situation, I really felt I got him; however, neglecting this might affect the future of Knight Industries. The hours were ticking, and the meeting period was fast approaching. I wasn't ready to let the company lose this deal, not after all the effort Trent had put into it. I had to do something; I had to step in for him. 

I was still standing motionlessly, still as my eyes hovered around the office, searching critically for answers. Papers were littered around Trent's desk, and suddenly my eyes sighted Trent's laptop; it was still opened, and the contract reminder email flashed radiantly on the screen, and then suddenly a thought crawled up my mind. 

Slowly, I approached the desk, even though I was hesitant, and I started thinking about whether I could do this and if it was in my place to make such decisions. However, I couldn't let the company suffer just because Trent wasn't in his right state of mind; he was going through a hard time; however, I knew he would regret it if we lost the deal. 

I swiftly bent down and turned the laptop to myself right on the desk. The screen of the laptop illuminated the room. The reminder email was right there, staring deeply at me and waiting for a response. My hands were trembling slightly as it moved swiftly on the keyboard. I began explaining carefully how I could; I pretended I was Trent. And I explained right there in the mail that I was indisposed and currently admitted to the hospital and wouldn't be available to attend the meeting, and I assured them that my P.A. would attend the meeting in my place. 

And then I pressed send before I could change my mind. And then I got a response that it was sent. 

Glady, I stood still for a moment. The office was quiet, except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. My heart pounded hard right in my chest as I gawked at the screen, waiting for a response. “Would they agree that his P.A. should fill in for him?” Would they accept my excuse?”

Minutes slowly kept ticking, each one lasting longer than usual. I couldn't sit; I just waited to see if there would eventually be a response to my mail. However, I needed to do more, so I picked up my phone and dialed the team lead's line. As the team leader, she needed to get involved; she needed to know what was happening.

“Shasha, the CEO has a multi-million dollar contract to attend to today! However, I don't think he would be available to attend; we need to step….!” I said immediately she picked up my call. 

“Lena! You just started working, and you are already acting like you know all! Leave the CEO alone; he knows what he is doing, and he will handle it his own way! Let him deal with it.” She said nonchalantly, cutting me off, and I blinked in surprise. 

“But Sasha, this is important. Other companies are after this contract, and we can’t—”

“Just let it be! And face whatever you are employed for! I need to rest! Have a good day,” she said firmly, and the line went dead. As I stared at my phone, frustration overwhelmed me. I couldn't believe she could be so dismissive over such an important issue. Trent wasn't in his right frame of mind, and I couldn't wait and just do nothing about it. I had to prove myself to show that I could handle this, even if Trent and Shasha didn't think it was worth the effort. 

I turned back to the laptop, trying to forget Sasha's word. My heart was still heavy, echoing in my chest. Just as I bent down to confirm if there was any response, the screen blinked and a message popped up; it was a response from them. My heart skipped as I read the message; they have approved my request. They had agreed to allow Trent's P.A. to fill in for him. 

A smile pulled my lips, and my lips spread, and I could feel my teeth shining to the screen of the laptop. I started typing again an appreciation mail, and then the door swung open, my head shot, and my fingers froze to the keyboard. 

Yvonne, Trent's fiance, stood at the doorway, her face knotted with annoyance at the sight of me. She was well dressed in a sleek black dress that hugged her figure in a perfect shape and her air pulled back into a tight bun. The expression on her face was polished; however, it was furious; her gaze locked deeply at me with a dangerous intensity.

“What the hell are you doing on Trent's laptop?” She demanded furiously; her voice was loud and sharp, filled with accusations.