Chapter Forty-Three

Peter's office was a sleek, modern space that balanced professionalism with contemporary style. The walls were painted soft grey and decorated with simple, elegant artwork, which made the room feel unique without making it look crowded or overwhelming. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the space with natural light, offering a panoramic view of Abuja's bustling cityscape.

His polished glass-top desk, situated near the window, was impeccably clean and organised. On the desk, there was a slim Apple laptop, a wireless charging pad, a neatly placed iPad for quick note-taking, and a few carefully arranged files. A high-resolution curved monitor was mounted on the wall adjacent to the desk, connected to the laptop, providing an expansive display for multitasking and presentations.

Custom shelving behind him displayed curated books, a few gleaming awards, and framed photos, adding a personal touch without clutter. A chic white water dispenser stood discreetly in the corner, sleek and stylish, ensuring fresh hydration was always at his fingertips. Next to it, a modern wine rack showcased an assortment of fine wines, each bottle glinting under the soft lighting. Elegant crystal wine glasses beside them hinted at the potential for sophisticated entertaining.

At the centre of the room, a coffee table was surrounded by plush white couches, which provided a spot for informal meetings or quiet moments of reflection. The quiet hum of the air conditioning added to the cool, serene atmosphere, occasionally interrupted by the ping of incoming emails. Everything in the office was high-end, neatly arranged, and sparkling with modern elegance.

Peter leaned back in his ergonomic chair, scrolling through emails while alternating glances between his laptop and the curved monitor. His office was equipped with smart technology: voice-activated lighting, temperature control, and a touchscreen panel on the wall that managed everything from conference schedules to blinds. With the combined efforts of his AI assistant, Chijioke; Stella, his Personal Secretary; and Magnus, his personal assistant, Peter was always reminded of what needed his attention. As he glanced at his diamond watch, its gleam reflected softly in the light, signalling that it was time for his next meeting.

Standing up, he straightened his tailored navy suit, grabbed his tablet loaded with all the necessary presentations and reports, and left the office. The door slid shut behind him with a barely audible whoosh.

The hallway leading to the conference room was lined with frosted glass partitions, maintaining a balance of openness and privacy. Sleek metallic accents along the corridor enhanced the space's cutting-edge feel. The conference room doors opened automatically as Peter approached, revealing a modern, high-tech meeting room.

A long, glossy black table dominated the centre of the room, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs that exuded both professionalism and comfort. A massive LED screen covered one wall, displaying the company's logo in crisp high-definition. The room was equipped with the latest video conferencing technology, ensuring remote executives could join seamlessly. A smart speaker system at the centre of the table awaited voice commands to adjust the lighting, take notes, or control the temperature. The ambient lighting gave the room a futuristic yet welcoming vibe.

The room buzzed with the quiet murmur of impeccably dressed executives taking their seats. Peter, CEO of Mars Corporation, stood at the head of the table, reviewing final details on his tablet. His personal secretary, Stella, dressed in a white tailored trouser suit, sat to his right. Unlike the other department heads, she wasn't there to present but to ensure everything ran smoothly, handling the finer details so Peter could focus on the bigger picture. Still, she already knew that Peter would want her to say something. Confident in her abilities, he was proud to showcase her talent.

'Good afternoon, everyone,' Peter began, his voice filled with authority. 'We're entering a critical phase of the year. I want to ensure we're all aligned as we approach the product launch and the marketing strategy that will set us apart from our competitors.'

Stella discreetly tapped on her tablet, ensuring Peter's presentation appeared seamlessly on the LED screen. She had already prepared all the data, reports, and schedules, anticipating Peter's needs with precision. Peter glanced at her briefly, silently acknowledging her efficiency.

'Stella, can you bring up the launch projections?' Peter asked.

With a quick tap, the visuals of the product launch appeared on the screen, clean and sharp, just the way Peter liked. As Peter continued addressing the team, he turned to Sarah, the head of distribution, to ensure their schedule aligned with the marketing plans.

'Already done, sir,' Sarah responded confidently. 'Final confirmations will be in by the end of the month.'

Peter nodded, trusting her expertise. 'Marketing is crucial here,' he said, addressing the room. 'Sarah has ensured we have all the data to track engagement in real-time, so I expect immediate adjustments based on performance.' He gestured towards Stella once again. 'Stella, could you summarise the key points from the last meeting with the marketing team?'

'Of course,' Stella replied, standing to present briefly. 'Our social media campaigns have been seeing an upward trend, with a 25% increase in engagement over the last three weeks. The influencer outreach has been finalised, focusing on high-profile personalities within the 25-40 demographic. Everything is on schedule for launch day.' Her voice was steady and professional, but the warmth in her tone reflected the close working relationship she shared with Peter.

Peter nodded briefly, acknowledging the team's efficiency. 'All right, that's good,' he said, with a sense of confidence that the project was on track.

The meeting progressed smoothly. Stella occasionally whispered reminders to Peter or provided additional information when questions arose. At the meeting's conclusion, Peter turned to Stella with a small smile.

'Stella, can you circulate the meeting notes to everyone?'

'Already on it, sir,' she replied, her fingers deftly moving over the tablet.

Everyone in the room had noticed Peter's warm tone whenever he mentioned Stella. His voice would soften, his eyes would light up, and there was a noticeable smile whenever her name came up. It was becoming clear to everyone that there was something special between them, a connection beyond the usual professional relationship.

Some speculated that they were already secretly dating, pointing out how they often left the office together or shared knowing glances during meetings. Others thought they might still be in the early stages of exploring their feelings, not yet ready to take that next step. A few believed that Peter might have been waiting for the right moment to confess his feelings to Stella, perhaps unsure if she felt the same.

There were even whispers about a possible romantic weekend getaway they'd taken, based on a couple of outings they had both attended together. Still, no one could confirm it. All they were waiting for now was a public announcement, something to finally confirm what everyone already seemed to know, that Peter and Stella were more than just CEO and Personal Secretary.

As the executives filed out, Peter turned towards Magnus, who was engrossed in his tablet, fingers tapping rapidly. 'Magnus, how's the report coming?'

'Almost done, sir' Magnus replied without looking up.

Peter gave a curt nod. 'Good. Let me know when it's ready.'

Magnus glanced up briefly. 'All right, sir.'

Peter's attention shifted momentarily to Stella, who was organising her documents with quiet efficiency.

Magnus, perceptive as always, noticed the subtle exchange between Peter and Stella. While he had seen Peter operate with countless secretaries over the years, there was something different in his manner around Stella, something more personal. It wasn't his place to pry, but he couldn't help but notice the change in Peter's demeanour lately.

Once the room cleared, Peter's gaze lingered on Stella for a moment. 'Great job today, Stella,' he said, his voice dipping lower, carrying an unspoken appreciation. 'I can always count on you.'

Stella smiled slightly, looking up at him. 'Thank you, sir. Just doing my job.'

There was a brief pause, a moment where Peter seemed to consider something. Then, his tone lightened. 'How about we grab some lunch? I need a break, and I'm sure you could use one too.'

Stella hesitated, glancing at her screen. She wasn't sure it was a good idea, as people were already talking. Although she never cared about gossip, she didn't want to ruin Peter's reputation in the eyes of those who had always looked up to him with reverence.

But before she could refuse, Peter leaned in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to sound playful. 'If you say no, I'll drag you out of here myself. And believe me, everyone will see it.'

She couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone. 'All right, all right. Where are we going?'

Peter grinned, standing up and adjusting his suit jacket. 'There's a new restaurant nearby. Quiet place, modern look, and I hear they serve the best grilled seafood in the city.'

Stella quickly packed up her things, sliding her tablet into her sleek leather bag. She had grown accustomed to these impromptu lunches with Peter, where business often intertwined with casual conversation. It was one of the many reasons working for him felt different; he valued her as both his staff and something more. Although she hadn't openly said yes to him, she knew in her heart that she was his, and she was happy about that.

They made their way to the designated elevator, reserved exclusively for Peter as the CEO. He didn't want Stella to endure the curious glances of her coworkers, who might gossip about her.

As the elevator doors closed behind them, Peter's gaze drifted towards Stella. The soft scent of her perfume filled the small space, and her presence so close to him stirred emotions he had tried to suppress.

He wanted to hold her, to kiss her until they were both breathless, and feel the warmth of her body against his. Desire surged through him, but he clenched his fists, forcing himself to remain composed. His body reacted instinctively, but Peter was a man of principles.

No matter how much he wanted Stella, he would never cross that line or pressure her. He respected her too much to act on impulse. She had to be ready, and when that time came, it would be her choice, not his. Until then, he would wait, no matter how difficult it was.

Just then, a voice buzzed in Peter's earpiece as Chijioke, his AI assistant attuned to his moods, spoke. 'Easy there, Peter,' Chijioke teased. 'I can feel the heat rising in here. Don't worry, she'll give herself to you when she's ready. No need to rush.'

Peter suppressed a chuckle, his expression momentarily softening. He had to admit, Chijioke knew him all too well. 'Not now, Chijioke,' Peter muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he refocused on the present.

Stella, noticing his amusement, tilted her head slightly. 'Is everything okay? You seem… amused,' she asked with a playful smile, her eyes searching his face for an answer.

Peter's lips curved into a soft smile, masking the heat simmering beneath his composed exterior. 'I was just… lost in thought,' he said, his voice steady but with a hint of something deeper. 'Sometimes, it's a challenge to keep everything in control.' He met her gaze, holding her eyes as if they were precious pearls. 'But don't worry,' he added, smiling warmly at her. 'I think I'm doing just fine.'

Descending to the private parking lot belonging exclusively to Peter, Peter led Stella to his Porsche, a sleek vehicle that mirrored his taste for precision and sophistication. They left the building without attracting attention, slipping into the quiet comfort of the car.

While Peter navigated the city streets, Stella broke the silence with a playful grin. 'You were on fire today. I think you stunned the whole room with how quickly you handled those projections. Everyone's proud to have you as CEO.'

Peter glanced at her with a smile. 'Does that include you?' Before she could respond or mention the time he'd pretended to be just a provision store owner instead of the CEO of a large company, he chuckled and quickly added, 'Thanks, but I couldn't have done it without you keeping everything organised.'

Soon, they arrived at the restaurant Peter had mentioned. It was a simple yet classy place with large glass windows that showed its neat and modern design. Inside, the setting felt cosy, with the soft murmur of people chatting quietly, creating a relaxed mood for their private lunch.

A waiter led them to a private booth by the window, where sunlight streamed through, illuminating the polished wooden table with a soft, golden glow. The menu featured a delightful array of dishes, from gourmet salads to expertly grilled seafood, showcasing the rich flavours of Nigerian coastal cuisine. The plush seating in the booth provided a cosy, relaxing spot for them to unwind.

Peter settled in, glancing at the menu before looking at Stella. 'Any suggestions? You've got a better palate for these things than I do.'

Stella scanned the menu with a thoughtful expression. 'I think the grilled catfish with a spicy pepper sauce sounds incredible. It's light yet filling, especially with a side of jollof rice and plantains.'

Peter nodded, closing his menu. 'That sounds perfect. Let's go with that.'

As the waiter took their order and left, Peter leaned back in his seat, his usual professional demeanour softening. 'You know, Stella, it's moments like these that I appreciate the most. The calm after the chaos.'

Stella smiled warmly, nodding in agreement. 'I know what you mean. It's nice to step back and take a breather, especially when we're constantly moving from one meeting to another. However, for your status, I think we shouldn't be having lunch this often.'

Peter laughed. 'We'll keep having lunch. Besides, you're my personal secretary; it's normal to be close in the office, and having lunch together sometimes...'

'Maybe...' she teased, raising an eyebrow.

'No maybes,' he insisted, a playful grin spreading across his face.

When their food arrived, the rich aroma of the grilled catfish, garnished with fresh pepper sauce and served alongside aromatic jollof rice, wafted towards him. Peter took a bite, savouring the smoky flavour and the perfect blend of spices. He nodded approvingly. 'You were right; this is fantastic.'

Stella laughed softly. 'I have my moments.'

By the time they finished, Peter looked noticeably more at ease. 'Thanks for this,' he said as they stood to leave. 'At least before the next meeting, this food will keep me strong.'

Stella smiled up at him. 'We can always have lunch together, but we must do it secretly…'

Peter chuckled, leading the way to his car. 'It's all right, Stella. From my private elevator to my private parking lot, and off to the place we would have lunch. But Stella, I won't continue hiding like this. I want to proudly show you off to the world. Just forgive me.'

'Not likely,' Stella replied, a playful wink dancing in her eye as she walked beside him towards the car, her footsteps light and confident on the pavement. 'We're not yet a couple,' she reminded him, her voice laced with teasing.

Peter chuckled softly, mischief flickering in his eyes. 'Yes, for now,' he replied, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. Deep down, he felt a thrill at the thought of them becoming a couple soon, anticipation buzzing quietly in his chest.

As they drove back to the office, a wave of calm washed over Peter. For a brief moment, amidst the relentless pressures of being CEO, he found a rare sense of peace—with Stella right by his side. He knew he had made the right choice in appointing her as his personal secretary; her presence not only eased his burdens but also brought a sense of warmth to his hectic world.

Upon entering his office, Peter's personal assistant, Magnus, rushed towards him. Tall and impeccably groomed, he moved with the efficiency of someone who had mastered the art of blending into the background while always staying one step ahead.

'Sir, the board minutes from last week's meeting are ready for your review,' Magnus said smoothly, his voice low yet clear. He held out an iPad, which Peter took.

'Thanks, Magnus. Anything else?'

Magnus flicked through his digital schedule. 'Yes, sir. The CFO wanted to confirm the adjusted budget figures for Q4. I've prepared the necessary documents for your review. Additionally, the legal department flagged a few concerns regarding the upcoming contract with the Ghana partners. Nothing urgent, but it might need your attention after the meeting.'

Peter nodded, glancing over the highlighted sections on the iPad. He relied on Magnus's meticulous attention to detail; there was never a moment when Magnus wasn't three steps ahead, anticipating every need, question, or complication.

'Good work. Prepare the Ghana files and send them to my tablet before the conference. I'll review them after the meeting,' Peter instructed, not needing to look up.

'Of course, sir,' Magnus replied, already tapping on his device to queue the documents for transfer. 'Just a reminder: you have a conference call with the New York office at 3 PM,' Magnus added as he prepared to leave.

Peter glanced at the time on his diamond watch. 'Noted.'

'Your next meeting with the legal department is in fifteen minutes,' Magnus reminded him.

Peter gave Magnus a nod of acknowledgment. 'Thank you. Have the legal department wait in the small conference room, and I'll join them shortly.'

With a curt nod, Magnus turned and walked briskly down the hallway, his movements swift and purposeful. Peter entered his office, the door gliding silently shut behind him. He set his tablet on the glass desk and leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to breathe.

Though the day had been productive, the demands of being CEO of Mars Corporation were relentless. His mind briefly wandered to lunch with Stella; her calm presence had a way of soothing him, offering a momentary reprieve from the constant pressure.

With a soft sigh, Peter returned to his work, his fingers gliding across the tablet screen as he reviewed the board minutes. Everything had to be perfect for the upcoming legal meeting. He trusted Magnus and Stella implicitly, but the final decisions always rested on his shoulders.

Moments later, Stella knocked gently on the door before entering. 'Sir, I've just sent out the meeting notes from earlier. The finance department also asked if you had any final revisions on the quarterly report.'

Peter looked up, meeting her gaze. 'I'll have it ready by tomorrow morning. Thank you for staying on top of things.'

Stella smiled softly, her professionalism unwavering. 'It's what I'm here for.'

As she prepared to leave, Peter paused. 'Stella, before you go, are there any other updates I should be aware of?'

Stella glanced at her tablet. 'Nothing urgent. The marketing team sent over a revised schedule for the social media rollout, and I've flagged a few things for your approval. Overall, everything is progressing smoothly.'

Peter nodded, already skimming through the board minutes on the iPad. His office once again became a quiet space of focused activity, the tablet displaying detailed reports as he quickly scrolled through, making minor annotations where necessary.

After a few moments of silence, Peter looked up. 'Stella, take care of those flagged items and let the marketing team know I'll review the final schedule tomorrow morning. Anything else?'

Stella tapped on her tablet, finalising the updates. 'That's all for now, Sir. I'll send over a summary of today's meeting and get the final documents ready for your review.'

'Perfect,' Peter replied, leaning back slightly, his mind drifting momentarily. 'And, Stella… about lunch earlier…thanks for sharing that time with me. I really appreciate it.'

Stella smiled warmly. 'Always.'

Peter chuckled softly, his normally composed demeanour relaxing for just a moment. 'Thank you once again.'

'Always,' she reiterated before heading for her office to continue her work, leaving Peter to immerse himself back into his tasks.