Herbert Medical And Technology
As Savannah stepped into the sleek, glass-paneled lobby of Herbert Technology, a hushed stillness rippled through the space. Conversations dimmed, fingers froze mid-typing, and heads subtly turned in her direction. The tension was palpable-unlike her previous visit, where she was stopped, questioned, and outright denied entry to see her own husband, today she walked in with an undeniable presence.
It wasn't because of anything she did.
It was all about who she was.
They all knew it now.
She was his wife-Savannah Baldwin, the woman whose existence had sent an entire department home with their termination letters. The woman for whom their enigmatic chairman had personally appeared, embraced publicly, and whisked away as if the rest of the world didn't matter. That moment had rewired the atmosphere of the company. Now, with every echo of her heels on the marble floor, every employee silently straightened in their seats and dared not make eye contact-afraid of being caught gawking, afraid of repeating history.
But Savannah? She walked as if none of it affected her.
With a distant look in her eyes and an unreadable expression, she moved with quiet determination. She didn't care about their stares, their speculation, or the whispers that floated behind their carefully crafted smiles. None of that mattered anymore. The emotional void inside her had grown too vast to be filled by trivial corporate drama.
She reached the elevator, pressed the button, and stepped inside. As the doors slid shut, her reflection greeted her in the polished metal. She took a moment to study herself—shoulders back, hair neatly pulled away, white coat immaculate. Yet behind her eyes, there was nothing. The woman who once radiated drive and empathy, whose eyes sparkled even after a grueling sixteen-hour shift—she had faded.
The elevator chimed.
Savannah stepped out onto the executive floor and walked down the quiet hallway to the boardroom. Inside, voices murmured, papers rustled, and a sense of power buzzed in the air. The moment she opened the door, all conversation came to a halt.
The room was filled with board members and high-ranking executives-most of whom had only known her from the recent wave of rumors. Some had seen the video footage. Others had heard the gossip in cautious whispers: "That's his wife... The chairman's wife. She's a surgeon. A real one."
At the far end, one man leaned back in his chair, a crooked smirk plastered on his face as she walked in. He exuded confidence like cheap cologne—overbearing and full of himself.
"Well, well," he drawled, a smirk widening on his lips. "Look who decided to join us..."
Savannah paused for a brief moment before making her way to her seat with calm determination. She was unyielding, placing her file neatly in front of her, fingers poised as she opened it, completely ignoring the man.
"Hello. Savannah Baldwin," she introduced herself, her tone cool and composed. "Cardiothoracic surgeon at YouHeal Hospital."
"And our chairman's wife," the man chimed in, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Baldwin."
Savannah finally looked up, her eyes sharp, steady. "Can't say the same for you," she replied curtly, voice cutting through the air like glass. "Not particularly pleased to meet you."
A gasp rippled through the room. Some shifted uncomfortably in their seats, while others exchanged wide-eyed glances, unsure of how to react. The man's smirk faltered, his jaw tightening. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that, especially not in a boardroom.
"Well," he stammered, adjusting himself in his seat, "you're here because of your husband. Let's not kid ourselves."
Savannah remained unfazed.
She didn't even glance up.
Instead, she flipped through her file, her eyes scanning charts, projections, surgical stats—everything that truly mattered.
"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for him," the man pressed again, his voice louder now. "That much is clear."
Just then, the boardroom door swung open.
The room froze.
Blaze Baldwin walked in, his presence commanding, sharp, and electric. He wore a crisp charcoal suit, his expression unreadable but his energy unmistakable. Beside him walked Arthur, his assistant, whose face bore faint traces of bruising-remnants of a message sent and a line not to be crossed.
All the members stood instantly in deference. All except Savannah, who remained seated, composed and indifferent. Her lack of response didn't escape Blaze's notice.
He shot her a glance filled with a quiet yearning before taking his place at the head of the table.
"Let's begin," he said simply, and the projector whirred to life.
The meeting kicked off with a presentation on a groundbreaking cardiovascular device that had the potential to revolutionize cardiac care. As details were shared and numbers debated, Blaze found his attention drifting back to Savannah.
She hadn't uttered a single word since being introduced.
And he craved her voice like a man gasping for air.
Seizing an opportunity, he turned to her mid-meeting. "Dr. Baldwin, what are your thoughts on the proposed integration of this device with your surgical approach?"
The room fell silent once more.
All eyes were on Savannah.
Her eyes met his finally-and for a moment, there was something there. Maybe regret. Maybe something more. But just as quickly, it vanished. She nodded and rose, moving toward the screen. With the precision of a skilled surgeon and the poise of a woman who had forged her identity through hard work, she laid out her analysis, highlighted the prototype's flaws, and suggested enhancements.
Her voice was calm, strong, and clinical.
Every word she spoke carried significant weight.
By the time she finished, even the man who had previously mocked her couldn't deny her brilliance. His gaze was heavy, now stripped of arrogance and filled instead with the bitter taste of embarrassment.
Two hours later, the meeting wrapped up with unanimous approval for the product launch, all thanks to Savannah's insightful recommendations.
As everyone started to gather their papers, whispering compliments and getting ready to leave, Blaze stayed put. He just watched her from across the room, his heart aching for the warmth she no longer gave him.
But as she passed the man who had tried to insult her, her voice dropped low just enough for him to hear:
"I didn't need him to be here. But it's nice to know he is."
And with that, Savannah Baldwin stepped out, leaving behind a hush, a sense of awe, and the lingering scent of her quiet dominance.
Author's Note :
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