Hearts On The Horizon
lled with meetings, presentations, and reports. My afternoons, more often than not, were spent in on
something kept nagging at me.
of a glimpse to keep me intrigued. He never stayed long enough for me to figure him out, and honestly, I wasn't sure if I liked that. But there
ginning to dr
tions and forecasts. It was a tough assignment, but it was the kind of challenge I was good at. The numbers made sense to me, the strategy was clear. But even
e challenges designed to see if I could handle the pressure. It wasn't malicious. At least, I didn't think i
ger one afternoon when he ca
door open. I didn't look up, assuming it was one of the team members
la
ay, his posture as rigid as ever. There was a slight fro
rying to stay com
our progress on the financial projections," he said, his tone business
. "I've made some adjustments based on the market trends we dis
"You know, Clara, in this business, precision is everything. One wrong move, one ba
dy my nerves. "I understand
ping a little. "Because if you're no
something about the way he spoke-so calm, so assured-that
g myself to sound confident. "I won't
d and unreadable. Then, to my surprise, he n
my office, leaving me feeling like I'd just be
ecalculating the forecasts. Every time I thought about the conversation with Elliot, my h
a brief explanation of the changes I'd made. My fingers hovered over the keyboard as I prepared t
and clicked the butto
og off, my phone buzzed.
7. You should join, Clara. Time t
past six. I'd been so wrapped up in my work that
e room, my nerves creeping back into my chest. I wasn't sure if I was ready for t
s were gathered around the large table, and Elliot was standing at t
ce. "Glad you could make it. Let's
he weight of his words, the tension in the room growing. Everyo
round the table, I realized something. This wasn't just about numbers. This was about me prov
started this job, I felt like I