As Elias opened the door. I walked into the conference room right behind him. Around the massive table sat the Thorne executives and, facing them, the department heads from Vance Publishing. I saw Robert from Editorial, Susan from Marketing, and Ben, my trusted colleague from Finance, and other heads of department among them. I took a seat near my colleague Ben.
The meeting started fast. The Thorne executives immediately began dismantling Vance's operations. They called Editorial "redundant" and Marketing "a liability." Robert and Susan, the heads, tried to defend their teams, but their arguments were cut short.
Then, they got to Finance. When it was my turn, I didn't waste time on history. I spoke directly to the numbers. I explained how our financial setup was designed for quick action to survive threats like Apex Media and how it would yield immediate profit for Thorne Dynamics. I gave them pure, cold financial strategy.
Elias watched me the entire time.
A moment of silence fell after I finished. Elias finally leaned forward. "Miss Lane's analysis is correct," he stated, his voice cutting through the tension. He paused.
"The financial operations team will be preserved. All other division statuses will be decided based on a review of personnel contracts, which you will receive momentarily."
He then quickly wrapped up the rest of the agenda, moving swiftly and decisively to end the session.
"That concludes our session," Elias announced. "Mr. Hanson will now distribute folders containing the next steps for your divisions. You are dismissed."
Mr. Hanson quickly passed out thick folders to each Vance department head. My colleagues immediately started flipping through them, their faces tense.
I opened mine. Inside was a single, clean contract with a Thorne Industries logo. I scanned the first paragraph.
Director of Strategic Operations.
Below that, under "Reporting Structure," it simply read: Reports Directly to the CEO.
I quickly read the next section. The office relocation detail was specific
Suite 7002, adjacent to the CEO's private suite.
I looked up to the faces of the heads of department. Some looking relieved, others defeated.
Ben caught my eye, looking a bit confused by my expression, and asked, "Good news?"
I just shook my head slightly.
I closed the folder, gripped it tight, and waited.
Elias sat at the head of the table, gathering his own papers. When the room cleared, I walked to meet Elias at the head of the table.
"Mr Thorne," I said, holding up the folder. "I need confirmation on this contract. This details a promotion to Director of Strategic Operations and a relocation to a suite adjacent to the CEO."
He didn't look surprised. He stood, meeting my eyes. "It is correct, Miss Lane. We acquired Vance to save its value. Your financial foresight will help very much that value. You will manage oversight across all new assets."
"And the suite location?" I asked, my voice barely steady. "The direct proximity?"
"To meet the required pace of our new integration, I’ll need immediate access to the Director of Strategic Operations. The suite location will help operational efficiency."
I met his gaze, refusing to show the rush of heat the new forced closeness was sending through me. He is demanding total control, dressed up as "efficiency."
I gave him a professional nod. "I understand the requirement, and I accept, Mr. Thorne."