The CEO's Demands

Ethan Blackwood

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Ethan Blackwood stood at the helm of the sleek, modern conference room,his piercing blue eyes scanning the array of faces before him. His chiseled features were set in a firm, commanding expression, exuding an aura of confidence and authority.

"Gentlemen",he began,his deep voice resonating through the room, "I expect nothing but excellence from each and every one of you. Our quarterly projections are not where I want them to be."

He paced slowly around the room,his eyes locking onto each executive in turn,his gaze piercing and unyielding.

"I want to see a 20% increase in sales within the next six months. Anything less is unacceptable.

His voice was firm, commanding, and left no room for debate. The executives nodded, some looking intimidated, others inspired.

Ethan eyes narrowed,his jaw clenched l. "I expect results, no excuses."

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. Ethan's dominance was palpable,his presence commanding respect.

As Ethan walked out of the conference room,he was greeted by the soft hum of the elevator . He stepped inside,his eyes fixed on the sleek, silver doors as they slid shut behind him .

The elevator glided smoothly to the top floor, where Ethan's penthouse apartment was located. He stepped out into the opulent foyer, surrounded by sleek, modern art and the soft glow of recessed lighting.

Ethan made his way to the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the breathtaking view of the city skyline. The lights twinkled like diamonds against the dark canvas of night.

He poured himself a glass of scotch, savoring the smooth,smoky flavor as he stood there, lost in thought. His mind wandered back to the meeting, to the challenges ahead, and the weight of responsibilities that rested on his shoulders.

As he stood there, the silence was broken only by the soft clinking of ice in his glass. Ethan eyes narrowed, his jaws clenched

as he pushed aside the doubts and uncertainties that crept into his mind.

He took a sip of his scotch, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. For a moment,he let his guard down, allowing himself to relax, to breathe.

But only for a moment.

The sound of his phone buzzing on the coffee table shattered the silence, pulling Ethan back to reality. He set his glass down, scanning the room as he made his way to answer the call.

"Roland",he growled,his voice low and commanding.

The voice on the other end was hesitant, unsure. "Ethan, it's.... it's about your father".

Ethan eyes narrowed,his grip on the phone tightening. "What about him?"

There was a pause,a hesitation. "He's been asking of you "

Ethan's expression turned cold, his voice icy."Tell him I'm busy".

The line went dead, and Ethan stood there,his eyes fixed on the phone, his mind racing with thoughts of his past,of his family, and of the secrets that lay hidden.

The city lights twinkled outside, but Ethan's world had just grown darker.