Love In The Boardroom

Love In The Boardroom

Joyce Patrick

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Sophia Martins never expected her dream promotion to come with many complications, most notably billionaire CEO Alex Monroe. Sophia has kept her secret love for her boss discreet for two years, knowing his firm stance against office romance. But now, thrown together on a crucial project, Sophia's brilliance and charm start to chip away at Alex's walls. Alex must confront his guarded heart and troubled past as sparks fly. Can he take a leap of faith with Sophia, or will his fears keep them apart in the boardroom and beyond?

Chapter 1 The Promotion

"No way! This is ridiculous!" Charles bellows. "How do we give such an important project to an assistant?"

The boardroom erupts into chaos. Voices rise, some angry, some incredulous, and others just plain confused. "This is a mistake!" one executive mutters. "She's not qualified!" another adds.

I can feel the weight of their words pressing down on me. I felt like the world was shifting around me, everyone suddenly looking at me as if I'd done something wrong.

As if I've walked into a room where I don't belong. My heart pounds in my chest, and I grip my hands tightly in my lap to keep them from trembling.

What is happening?

My name is Sophia Martins, and I have worked as a junior assistant at Munroe Conglomerate for two years. I ensure meetings run smoothly, fix problems before anyone notices, and stay invisible while ensuring everything gets done. I know the systems better than most executives and have quietly contributed to significant projects propelling this company forward.

But the credit? That always goes to someone else.

And I was okay with that. Mostly. I've always hoped for a promotion to show that my work mattered, but I never imagined it happening like this.

But now? Now, everything is changing.

Charles's voice rings out again, sharp and louder this time. "This is outrageous! You can't expect us to hand over Project Phoenix to an assistant. She's never led a project in her life!"

The uproar deepens, and I can feel the walls closing in. I want to shrink into my chair, to disappear completely. My chest tightens as their protests grow louder.

Why did this have to happen in front of everyone? Why me?

I glance around the room. The executives' faces are complex, judgmental, and unmoving. Men and women in power suits who have spent years in this company, some practically running it alongside Alexander Munroe himself.

And then there's me, just a junior assistant.

My palms are slick with sweat, and the pounding in my ears makes it hard to hear anything else.

And then, Alexander speaks. His voice cuts through the clamor, cold and firm. "Are you questioning my decision?" The room goes dead silent.

The change in the atmosphere is instant. The tension in the air thickens. as his voice cuts through the chaos like a whip. Everyone in the room breathes as if waiting for the storm to break.

I glance at Alexander across the room. His icy blue eyes lock onto Charles, unwavering and unblinking, and his tone is cold, firm, and final.

It's almost like he's daring him to say more, but Charles swallows hard, the words choking off in his throat.

I can't help it. My gaze flickers back to Alexander, and I forget where I am for a split second. There's a presence to him, an energy that draws my attention like a magnet. He stands tall and composed at the head of the table, every inch the powerful CEO. Alexander looks as unshakable as ever. His posture is flawless, his tailored suit immaculate, and his dark hair perfectly combed.

And that face. Sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline, it's the kind of face you'd expect to see on magazine covers, not behind the head of a billion-dollar empire. My gaze lingers a moment too long, and my stomach does a little flip. It's not the first time I've noticed how attractive he is, but standing in this room with his entire focus on asserting his authority feels overwhelming.

And yet... there's a specific vulnerability behind his eyes, a quiet intensity that makes me wonder who the man behind the CEO is. I tear my eyes away, my cheeks burning as I try to refocus. Stop it, Sophia. Now is not the time.

"Charles!" Alexander's tone is calm but commanding, his voice low but firm. If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it."

He turns his gaze to the rest of the room. "Sophia Martins will lead Project Phoenix. She's more than qualified. End of discussion."

I freeze. My name is called, my name, and I almost didn't hear it. I was too busy getting lost in my world. I blink a few times, not entirely processing what's happening.

Wait. Did he call me?

"Sophia," he says, his voice gentler now. His eyes meet mine, steady and unwavering. "Congratulations on your promotion."

My heart skips. Promotion?

I feel the entire room's eyes shift toward me, heavy and piercing. I can feel the weight of their disbelief. My throat tightens, and I force myself to look up. Alexander's gaze is locked on mine, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, time seems to stand still. The room is still, the air heavy with unspoken questions, and I feel as if the world is holding its breath.

"Me?" The word escapes my lips before I can stop it. My voice sounds small, unsure.

"Yes," he says without missing a beat. "Project Phoenix will be yours. You'll lead the team, Sophia. You've shown potential, and I believe you can handle it."

"Congratulations," he repeats, his lips tilting ever so slightly in what could almost be called a smile.

"You've shown exceptional potential in the work you've done here over the past two years," he continues. "I've been watching, and it's clear you're ready for this responsibility.

Leading Project Phoenix isn't just an assignment; it's a recognition of your hard work and abilities."

The knot in my stomach tightens as his words sink in. A promotion. This is what I've been working toward.

I manage to nod, my voice a shaky whisper. "Thank you, Mr. Munroe. I... I'll do my best."

His eyes flicker with something, approval, maybe? as he nods. "I know you will.

The room stirs as the meeting progresses, but I can't focus on anything. My mind is spinning, and my pulse hasn't slowed.

Why me?

I glance at Alexander again. He's back to his composed self, answering questions and commanding attention like he was born for it. My breath catches as I watch him.

There's something about him that feels untouchable, impenetrable. But why does it feel like he sees me differently? Like he knows something I don't?

The meeting ends; without looking away from the table, Alexander speaks again. "Sophia, you'll meet me in my office after this meeting. We have much to discuss."

My breath catches, and every pair of eyes in the room swivels toward me. My pulse races as a hundred questions swirl in my mind.

What does he want to discuss? And why does it feel like my promotion is only the beginning?

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