***[POV: Lovestruck Billionaire CEO]***
The boardroom fell silent as I finished my presentation. The display projected behind showing the final figures we expect for the next quarter.
Twelve pairs of eyes, the ranking mbers of the board, stared back at . Impressed nods and calculating stares.
Nothing so different from any day. As easy as ever to maintain a calm, authoritative tone like the one I’d perfected over the years.
"Any questions before we move on to developnt tilines?"
My Beta raised a hand from his position at the far end of the table. Standing in for his father today - and fielding the question he was told to by Claire.
"These projections seem conservative compared to last quarter’s performance. Are we anticipating so market resistance to the news of a new product line?"
Before I could answer as planned, my earpiece gave a soft, distinctive chi. A sound I’d specifically assigned to just one new contact.
A sound I had not expected to hear so very soon. It took every ounce of self-control not to react visibly.
The tablet in my hand sits down upon the table with deliberate care as I address the room.
"Good observation. While we’re confident in the product, we’ve factored in a number of factors. Like the semiconductor shortage and shipping delays from our suppliers. My assistant will be sending a detailed risk assessnt docunt. Look for it in your inboxes by end of day."
My assistant nodded from her position near the door, her fingers already dancing across her own tablet to make note. While she didn’t look up, I knew she’d caught the change in how I spoke everything at once.
As did my Beta. It wasn’t how we rehearsed it.
"I need to step out for a mont. Schultz, please walk them through the developnt tiline in section four."
Our Chief of R&D stood as I exited the boardroom. I gave my assistant a slight nod at her glance as I passed.
Signalling that she should do her best to hold any interruptions unless absolutely critical. Sa as pack business ergencies.
Once in the hallway, I moved to a small window with a view of the city below. Sowhere out there, she was reaching out... and I needed to know if it was for help - or sothing else.
"Lodestar. Read ssage."
I murmured the voice command, activating the software on my phone through my earpiece mic. The artificial voice of Lunarizon’s corporate AI read the ssage right into my ear.
"You can co get that car whenever you need it. No need to wait for permission or send a driver to pick it up."
A smile pulled at my cheeks. No wasted introduction or greeting. Just a formal sounding text.
Even though it was in a synthesized voice, I could almost picture my potential mate standing before with her chin raised up.
"Lodestar, reply: Thank you. I was starting to worry about the motel owner having it towed."
I tried to keep my tone neutral for the voice-to-text... not wanting it to send a mistaken word.
But I really was inordinately happy. I don’t think I’ve ever been so... excited to send anyone a simple ssage.
Perhaps years ago, when my company won its first contract and I called my father? But it’s still not the sa.
I quickly felt the inadequacy of my response. It didn’t really offer her anything to continue the conversation.
"Lodestar, add ssage: Are you doing alright?"
There. A simple question, nothing that should pressure her. I think.
But hopefully enough to show I cared about more than just the vehicle? There are so things in there I would not like to lose, but none really amount to what I have to gain.
The wait for her response felt endless. Tilting my watch up showed barely a minute had passed.
I stared out at the city, wondering where exactly she was right now. Still resting? Looking around the city?
What she was doing. If she is safe. In the reflection I see my eyes have changed a little so I close them and count to ten.
The chi sounded again when I hit six... and my heart rate picked up as I ordered it to be read.
"Your scent marking around the motel was very excessive and obvious. Did you think no one would notice and grow curious?"
A snort escaped before I could suppress it. Direct and unafraid - calling out on behavior that no one in my pack would dare ntion in quite that way.
If they make an accusation it is ant to tear down and suggest weakness. But her sharp tongue... is different.
Sothing warm unfurled in my chest that made start speaking.
"Lodestar, reply: I apologize. It wasn’t subtle, was it? Force of habit. When I’m concerned. About soone of mine’s safety."
I winced the mont after I sent the reply without thinking.
The possessiveness of a mate had slipped out, a reflection of how my wolf viewed her. Rather than trying to carefully build toward sothing...
The boardroom door opened down the hall as I started feeling angsty. Claire erged in her professional attire, short heels clicking toward .
"They’re asking about the European market expansion now. And Laurenson is using your absence to suggest delaying the new sustainability initiatives for the short term."
Of course he was. Michael Laurenson, Head of Operations, never missed an opportunity to push a different agenda than my vision.
"I’ll handle it. Give a minute more."
My attention would be divided if I can’t get a hold of myself. I see Claire’s eyes flicking to my earpiece, then back to my face.
"Take your ti. I told them you were fielding an urgent call from international partners."
I nodded my thanks. My assistant always knew so of what was happening without being told.
It was why she was invaluable... and why she will probably figure things out first. I should tell her and get ahead of it, if I’m going to act like this in the middle of office hours.
The chi sounded again and I had to force myself not to react visibly because I was not alone. But I still softly spoke the command.
"I am not ’yours’ in any sense of the word. And your concern, while noted, is unnecessary. I can take care of myself."
My lips curved into a smile I couldn’t suppress. Even though the response could not at all be called ’positive’.
Fierce, proud, independent - exactly as she’d been the day we t. My wolf didn’t bristle the slightest at the ’rejection’.
Neither of us would have it another way, yet.
"Lodestar, reply: You’re absolutely right. Poor choice of words on my part. The protective instinct isn’t always easy to temper, but that’s my problem to manage, not yours."
Claire cleared her throat softly. Reminding that an uncommon softness had been in my voice.
"Go ahead. I’ll be back inside in forty five seconds."
She nodded at my promise as my forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window. Counting the seconds, I turn around at twenty - but pause in only a few steps when I hear my earpiece ntion an image was sent.
Knowing that I shouldn’t, not before getting back to business, I still pull my phone from my pocket. Unhesitatingly opening the attachnt.
On my screen was Citra, all exasperation and annoyance. Gray eyes narrowed and lips pressed into a thin line.
Despite being sent the clearly irritated expression, she looked beautiful. Vibrant.
< Alive. Healthy. Safe. >
No ssage accompanied the photo. But none was needed. The image said everything.
"Lodestar, reply: ssage received, loud and clear. I’ll do better to make my Princess happy."
I slipped my phone into my pocket and straightened my suit jacket, using valuable seconds to regain an aloof face. Hiding the brightness in my eyes may be a fool’s errand.
But they can just think I discussed sothing good with our partners. A business deal, instead of the more precious truth.
My hope... is that she will send even more angry selfies. As many as she likes, until she grows comfortable enough for smiles.
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