The conference room fell silent in an instant.
Eleanor could feel every pair of eyes fixed on her, their gazes sharp and heavy—including Ian’s, those fathomless eyes that always seemed to see straight through people.
Glancing over at him, she caught only the cool detachment of a man conducting business, nothing more.
Ellington had anticipated this scenario last night, so Eleanor handled it with practiced ease. She turned to Jacques. “We’ll go back and recheck the data. After all, our partnership is founded on complementary strengths.”
A glint flashed in Jacques’s eyes. He scoffed, “You’re young, Miss Sutton, but you certainly don’t lack confidence.”
The meeting ended under a cloud of tension, the air thick with unspoken challenge. Jacques had deliberately targeted Eleanor, stoking doubts among the others about her ability to manage her company.
As Eleanor gathered her files, Gavin sidled up to her. “Ms. Sutton, Mr. Goodwin asked to see you in his office after the meeting.”
She paused, fingers stilling on the papers. “Did he say what for?”
Gavin looked uneasy. “He didn’t mention specifics. Just said it was important for you to come.”
Ellington, arms full of folders, offered quietly, “Ms. Sutton, I’ll wait for you in the lobby.”
Eleanor nodded. As she stepped into the elevator, her phone buzzed with a message from Ellington: *Ms. Sutton, I have a feeling there’s an issue with our internal data. I’ll get to the bottom of it.*
Ian’s office was on the top floor, the floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city’s business district like a living mural.
When Eleanor entered, he was standing by the window with his back to the door, posture straight and unyielding.
“Close the door,” he said, turning to face her.
She did, but didn’t move any closer. “If you have something to say, make it quick.”
He gestured to the sofa. “No rush. Let’s sit and talk.”


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