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Before I can interject, Rosie steps forward with a stern expression on her face.
"Enough!" she says firmly, her voice cutting through the tension. "This discussion is not about gender or toughness—it's about expertise and commitment to uncovering the truth.”
With those words, Rosie steps forward, her expression resolute as she addresses the room. Her voice carries authority and conviction, cutting through the lingering tension.
"I've had the opportunity to witness Chloe's dedication and skills firsthand," Rosie asserts, her gaze unwavering as she looks at me. "Her previous work on fast fashion exposed the dark underbelly of the industry, and her ability to connect with informants and extract crucial information has been commendable."
She pauses, allowing her words to sink in, before continuing, "Chloe has demonstrated a knack for gaining the trust of sources, navigating complex networks, and unearthing hidden truths. She possesses the resilience, resourcefulness, and empathy needed to shed light on the disappearance of the worker."
Rosie's words strike a chord within me, echoing the observations I have made about Chloe's tenacity and determination. I consider her track record and the rapport she has built with our informants before turning to Rosie. "You make a compelling case for Chloe, Rosie," I say, my tone measured but appreciative. "Her ability to connect with people and delve beneath the surface has been a valuable asset to our team."
However, I cannot help but wrestle with the concerns that Nick's comments have stirred within me. The remote island poses its own challenges, and while Chloe's determination is evident, I worry about her safety and whether she fully comprehends the risks involved.
"Chloe," I address her directly, my voice carrying a mixture of caution and responsibility. "This assignment will not be without its dangers. It's important that you understand the potential risks and remain vigilant. We cannot afford any missteps."
Chloe's eyes meet mine, determination and resolve evident in her gaze. "I am fully aware of the risks, Stephen," she responds, her voice steady. "I will approach this assignment with utmost care and professionalism."
After a moment of contemplation, I finally reach a resolution. "Chloe," I say, my voice firm yet tinged with caution, "you will be part of the team that travels to the remote island. However, there is a condition—I will accompany you."
The room falls silent, a mix of surprise and curiosity painting the faces of my team. I meet Chloe's gaze, seeing a mixture of determination and surprise mirrored in her eyes. Nick's disappointment is palpable, his ego momentarily deflated.
"I believe that your previous experience and dedication to uncovering the truth make you a valuable asset to this investigation," I explain, addressing Chloe directly. "But I will be there to ensure that our reporting maintains the level of professionalism and integrity that Eagle Eye stands for."
Chloe raises her hand, her voice polite yet assertive. "Stephen, I appreciate your concern, but I believe I am more than capable of looking after myself. I have been in challenging situations before and have handled them effectively."
I can sense the determination in her words, a desire to prove herself and show her competence. Yet, I am the editor-in-chief, and I’m responsible for the well-being of my team. Besides, there’s no way in hell I’m letting Chloe go to a remote island without me.
"Chloe," I reply, my voice tinged with a mixture of caution and understanding, "I know you’re capable. However, as the head of this operation, it is my duty to ensure the safety of all team members, especially those who are relatively new to Eagle Eye."
Chloe still looks uncertain. "I would be doing the same thing for Nick if he were chosen," I add, hoping to emphasize the fairness of my stance. "This is not about doubting your abilities, Chloe. It is about ensuring the security of all our team members."
Chloe's eyes search mine, and I can sense the conflict within her. With a hesitant nod, Chloe says, "All right, Stephen. I understand your perspective. If it is necessary for the sake of the team and the mission, I agree to your condition."
After the meeting concludes, I find myself alone in my office, contemplating the upcoming assignment and the complexities it brings when Jonathan enters my office, his expression a mix of concern and frustration.
"Stephen, I can't believe you're going with Chloe," he exclaims, his voice filled with disbelief. "Is this really about professional reasons, or do you just want to get into her pants?"
“What?” I sputter and raise an eyebrow, masking any hint of uncertainty that may have crossed my face. "Jonathan, you know me better than that," I reply, my voice steady and assured. "This decision is purely based on the needs of the assignment. Chloe's skills and experience make her a valuable asset, and it is my duty to ensure her safety and success."
"I'm not blind, Stephen," he retorts, his tone tinged with bitterness. "I've seen the way you look at her, the way you've been protective of her since she joined Eagle Eye. Don't tell me there isn't something more going on."
"Jonathan, you're mistaken," I respond cautiously. "Chloe is a talented journalist, and that’s it. Any perceived connection between us is purely professional."
Jonathan's expression softens for a moment, but it quickly gives way to a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Fine," he mutters, his tone laced with disappointment. "If that's what you say, then I suppose I have no choice but to accept it."
He leaves my office with an air of discontent, the door closing behind him with a resolute thud. As silence settles in the room, I find myself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, questioning my motives and the true reasons behind my decision.
Amidst the chaos of my mind, I can't deny the attraction I feel for her any longer. But I also know the importance of prioritizing the success of the assignment above personal feelings.
Only time will tell if my decision truly stems from workplace obligations or if there are deeper emotions at play.
Chapter seven
Chloe
Rainpoundsagainstthewindows of our makeshift shelter, the roaring wind adding an eerie soundtrack to the bleak ambiance of the secluded room. Stephen and I find ourselves trapped together, surrounded by the storm that mirrors the whirlpool of emotions within us.
The air crackles with tension, and it's as if the walls themselves are aware of the magnetic pull between us, the unspoken desires and unresolved conflicts that linger in the charged atmosphere.
