(Currently on hold) Their little trade of hearts

A man stood in front of the room. The projector lights the wall as charts are being shown to the company's important personnel inside the room. He pointed at the uprising chart and proudly stated how the company thrives.  In the center of the circular table, a man sat. His dark hair combed back, his dark brows framing his eyes, and five-o-clock shadow adorning his face. He looked towards the door, and as if on cue, the door opened, revealing a pair of legs wearing a pair of nude-colored heels. He looked up to see a woman wearing a nude blouse, along with black fitting pants that showed her slender figure. Her darkening ends stopped just below her shoulders, with a flat look on her face. She took a seat just beside him, and her assistant placed a file in front of her, before going to the corner of the room.  With her nod, the man continues what he's doing, and the men slowly pull their gaze away. Some of them make sure to meet each other's eyes and seemed to question why she's there while hiding their surprise.  He turned to face her and found her staring at her phone with a frown instead. After typing some respond, she looked up and met his gaze.  'You're late,' he seemed to say, making her roll her eyes.  She tore her gaze away before her voice suddenly paused everyone in the room. "While you're focusing on the profit of the state's market, don't forget that you have also foreseen the European market." The smile on the man's face turned awkward as he looked at the other man in the room who turned rigid. It suddenly hits him that her disappearance the past few weeks had been a secret visit to Europe to check over their subsidiaries.  She pushed the file in front of her aside, stopping it in front of the man aside from her. He throws a glance at her as he opened the file, and the moment he looked up, his eyes turned cold. "Mr. Persey, you're tasked to oversee the progress of these past few years from our newest subsidiary we entrusted in you, and each time you returned for monthly meetings, you failed to bring up the missing funds that have been ongoing for the past two years," she strikes, eyes sharp, while giving him no room to refute.  "Same goes to you, Mr. Nelson," she glared her eyes to the other man on the other side of the room, making sure to meet him in his eyes.  "Please expect a notice effectively immediately," she stated, standing up from her seat, and preparing to walk away.  "Dismissed," the man aside her spoke coldly, and everyone ran out of the room faster than she thought they could. She's left in the middle of the room as the room already emptied out. But before she could make it to the door,  a voice stopped her in her steps, making her turn to look at him in the eye.  "What a way to make your grand entrance, Stace," he spoke while he unbuttoned the sleeves of his suit. She looked at him frowning, before turning around to leave before his words stopped her once more.  "I thought you're not coming back." She stayed where she is for a brief moment, and then she said, "Who said that I'm here to stay?" She walked out the door, not even sparing him a second glance as she left him sitting there, alone in the giant room. Moment passed and as he looked at the empty seat she left, he could only sigh.  What wouldn't he do to not have her being this indifferent?  080920