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