She asked for you directly. Amanda's expression was complex. Professional courtesy mixed with something that might have been concern. Whatever's happening between you two, she said quietly. Be careful.
She's under enormous pressure right now. She makes decisions based on control and strategy. Don't mistake proximity for something it isn't. The warning was clear and probably wise. Marcus nodded and knocked on Elena's door.
Come in. She sat behind her desk, already dressed for battle in a charcoal suit, her hair pulled back severely, but her eyes were softer when she looked at him, carrying memories of yesterday's vulnerability. "How's your arm?" she asked. "Fine, barely feel it. Marcus closed the door behind him.
You look like you didn't sleep. I didn't. Elena gestured to the chair across from her desk. I spent the night reviewing everyone who might have orchestrated this. Business rivals, disgruntled former employees, board members who opposed my leadership.
She paused. The list is extensive and depressing. Webb will find the connection. Marcus said sitting. The money trail always leads somewhere.
That's not what worries me, Elena leaned back, studying him. What worries me is that I've built my entire life around not needing anyone. Control, independence, self-reliance, and yesterday. Her voice caught. Yesterday, I needed you.
Absolutely. Completely needed you to save my life. That's not a position I'm comfortable occupying. The honesty stunned him. Needing someone in a crisis doesn't make you weak, Marcus said carefully.
It makes you human. I'm not sure I'm allowed to be human. Not in this position. Elena's fingers drummed against her desk. Weakness is blood in the water. every competitor, every skeptical board member, every journalist looking for a story.
They're all waiting for me to prove I don't belong here. Then prove them wrong. Show up today stronger than yesterday. Face the cameras. Address the allegations.
Demonstrate that whoever tried to kill you failed spectacularly. Marcus leaned forward. That's not weakness. That's power. Elena's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile.
You make it sound simple. I didn't say it was simple. I said it was necessary. You asked me yesterday what I am to you. Elena's eyes held his.