Herbert Medical And Technology
Herbert Medical And Technology's boardroom was an architectural masterpiece-grand, intimidating, and built to make those inside feel the weight of their presence. Towering glass windows allowed natural light to filter in, casting sharp reflections on the polished marble floors. The long mahogany conference table stretched across the room, surrounded by the most influential figures in the company, each seated with perfect posture, dressed in tailored suits, and holding onto thick stacks of reports.
At the head of the table was Blaze Baldwin.
The atmosphere was thick with concentration, almost stifling under his authoritative presence. His chiseled features were unreadable, and his piercing dark eyes meticulously scanned every document, graph, and set of numbers displayed on the enormous screen in front of him. Nothing escaped his notice. Every word spoken, every gesture made, was logged in his mind like a machine processing information with relentless precision.
The meeting had dragged on for over three and a half hours—each moment charged with intensity.
The boardroom was illuminated by cool, artificial lighting as the large digital screen showcased crucial data. Blaze sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, his keen eyes absorbing every detail as the meeting kicked off. The agenda unfolded methodically, starting with the Review of Minutes from Previous Meetings.
For a solid fifteen minutes, the board members carefully recounted discussions and resolutions from earlier sessions, ensuring that every decision and action was thoroughly documented. Blaze listened with rapt attention, nodding occasionally but mostly remaining quiet, allowing the numbers and words to etch themselves into his mind.
Next came the Financial Performance Review, a forty-five-minute deep dive into the company's fiscal health. Various executives presented their reports, flashing projections, profits, and expenditures across the screen. Blaze's eyes never left the data. He absorbed everything-the dips in revenue, the unexpected market shifts, and the growth in emerging. His presence alone demanded precision; no one dared present half-formed analyses or vague predictions.
Following that was an hour-long discussion on Strategic Planning & Key Projects. Plans were dissected, and strategies were fine-tuned. Departments shared their visions, but Blaze's authority was unmistakable, redirecting weak arguments and refining ambitious yet impractical proposals.
Then came the Committee Reports, a thirty-minute session filled with detailed breakdowns on various operational fronts, followed by twenty minutes focused on Governance Matters—covering legal compliance, corporate policies, and ethical considerations.
The Open Forum & Discussion segment allowed for the remaining concerns to be aired. For twenty minutes, ideas and critiques flowed freely, but throughout it all, Blaze remained an enigma—listening, nodding, but rarely revealing his thoughts.
As the meeting drew to a close, Action Items & Next Steps were assigned, leaving just ten minutes before adjournment. Blaze leaned back slightly, radiating authority.
"Thank you for your time and efforts." he said in a cool tone. "Meeting adjourned."
With synchronized movements, the board members stood, bowing respectfully before filing out of the room. Silence engulfed the space as the last person departed, leaving Blaze alone-except for Arthur, his ever-loyal right-hand man, standing by for further instructions.
Blaze let out a breath, pulled out his phone, and typed a message to Savannah:
"How are you? Have you eaten?"
He pressed send and stared at the screen, waiting. The clock read 1 PM. The weight of the meeting still lingered in the air, but his mind drifted elsewhere.
Arthur kept quiet, fully aware that speaking out of turn was a bad idea. Minutes dragged on until, at last, Blaze's phone buzzed with a notification. A small picture of a meal popped up on his screen, along with a simple word: eating.
A rare smile flickered across Blaze's face. For a brief moment, it felt like they were back in their old routine—just the two of them, shielded from the chaos outside.
Noticing the change in his boss's expression, Arthur hesitated before breaking the silence. As they stepped into the elevator, he mustered his courage and asked,
"Are you and her back to normal?"
Blaze stood tall, his face unreadable. He did not answer.
The silence stretched until Arthur, emboldened by curiosity, pressed further, "Do you trust her?"
Blaze finally responded. "No." The answer was cold, definitive, and unwavering.
Arthur swallowed but couldn't help himself. "Then why would you give her so much freedom-"
Before he could finish, he was violently shoved against the elevator wall, Blaze's hand wrapping tightly around his throat. The sudden attack left Arthur gasping. his face turning red as Blaze's grip constricted his airway.
"Do not talk about her with that filthy mouth of yours." Blaze's voice was low, venomous. His dark eyes burned with barely restrained rage. He sneered, tightening his grip. "She is my wife. My matter. What she needs and wants isn't your concern. Whether I give her freedom or not doesn't concern you either, Arthur".
Arthur clawed at Blaze's wrist, struggling for air. The elevator hummed, its atmosphere thick with suffocating tension. Blaze's fury was palpable, an unrelenting force that threatened to consume.
Then, just as the elevator doors were about to open, Blaze released him. Arthur stumbled forward, gasping but quickly regaining composure. He straightened his suit, suppressing the lingering tremor in his hands.
"Keep an eye on her," Blaze commanded, his voice slipping back into that familiar icy tone.
Arthur gave a small nod, well aware that arguing would be a mistake. He had crossed the line—again.
The elevator doors slid open. Blaze stepped out first, his expression impassive as ever. Arthur followed, as he always did, his loyalty reaffirmed despite the bruises forming on his throat.
Author's Note :
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