Or are you suggesting? Richard continued his voice silkier now that I should prioritize sentiment over strategy. I'm suggesting you remember that some of us have been with this company since before you were born. Your father trusted Thomas. Perhaps you should consider whether your judgment my judgment has tripled our contracts in 2 years.
Elena cut him off. My judgment acquired Nexus and Citadel when everyone said we were overextending. my judgment. She stopped abruptly. Is someone in here? Marcus's heart stopped.
He'd been so still, barely breathing, but somehow she'd sensed him. The maintenance technician, I believe, Richard said. Marcus could hear the disdain in his voice. Perhaps you should have him escorted out before we continue discussing confidential matters. Silence stretched for three beats of Marcus' racing heart.
"Cole," Elena said. "Not a question, a statement." Marcus slid out from under the table tool bag in hand, his face burning. "I'm sorry. I was fixing the video system.
I didn't mean to intrude on." "Did you hear our conversation?" Richard demanded. "I heard voices," Marcus said carefully. He met Elena's eyes, despite every instinct, screaming at him to look away.
I didn't listen. It was a distinction without a difference, and they all knew it. Richard's expression said he expected immediate dismissal, but Elena just studied Marcus with that same unreadable intensity he'd seen in her office. "Finish your work," she said quietly. "Then leave."
"Yes, ma'am." Marcus turned back to the video system with shaking hands. He worked as quickly as possible, hyper aware of the conversation, continuing in lower tones behind him. When he finally packed his equipment and headed for the door, Richard was mid-sentence about shareholder concerns. Neither acknowledged Marcus' departure.
He made it to his office and leaned against the closed door, pulse hammering. The smart thing would be to go home. Forget what he'd heard. never mention it to anyone. Discretion, that's what Elena valued. But the look in her eyes when she'd realized he was there, that hadn't been anger.
It had been calculation, like she was testing him, measuring him against some standard he didn't understand. Marcus stayed late running diagnostics on systems that didn't need checking, unable to shake the feeling that something significant had just happened. Around 8:00 p.m., when the executive floor was dark except for emergency lighting, his tablet pinged with a message from Elena's private email sent directly to his work account. Your discretion is noted and appreciated. Eh, seven words.
No explanation, no context. But Marcus stared at them until his eyes blurred, trying to decode the meaning underneath. She'd watched him overhear a confidential conversation and choose silence and she'd acknowledged it. The message felt like a door opening or maybe a trap being set. He couldn't tell which and the uncertainty kept him awake long after he made it home to his quiet apartment and his sleeping daughter.
The following week, Elena requested him by name for the first time. The work order came through his tablet at 2:37 p.m. Climate control malfunction in CEO office. Immediate response required. Marcus grabbed his equipment and made it to Elena's wing in under 8 minutes. Amanda intercepted him at the entrance.