The CEO Above My Desk (Mckenzie Shinabery) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Rowan

Avery shifts beside the couch, clearly uncomfortable with the silence. She opens her mouth.

“Rowan, I-”

I lift one finger without looking at her.

She stops.

Good girl.

I turn my attention back to Violet. “Do you know why you’re here?”

“Yes,” she says immediately.

No qualifiers. No excuses.

“What happened?” I ask.

She doesn’t rush to answer. She doesn’t stall either.

“I routed a call through to your direct line,” she says. “That was a mistake.”

Avery scoffs under her breath.

I glance at her. Once.

She goes quiet again.

“You were instructed there would be no calls today,” I say.

“Yes.”

“And yet you routed one.”

“Yes.”

I watch her carefully now. Her jaw is set. Her breathing steady. She isn’t defensive. She isn’t afraid.

She’s braced.

That’s different.

“Explain,” I say.

She doesn’t embellish. “I was distracted. I pressed the wrong extension. I corrected it as soon as I realized.”

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“As soon as you realized,” I repeat.

“Yes.”

I consider that.

Most people would blame the system. Or the timing. Or someone else in the room. Violet takes ownership without dramatics.

That doesn’t absolve her.

But it does separate her from the rest.

I lean back slightly in my chair. “Do you understand why that’s a problem?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

Her eyes stay on mine. “Because you don’t tolerate interruptions. Because you don’t like inefficiency. And because you were explicit.”

Accurate.

Avery shifts again, clearly desperate to be included. “I told her he said no calls,” she blurts. “I mean-I told Violet. Earlier. She just-”

“Enough,” I say.

Avery clamps her mouth shut, cheeks flushing.

I don’t look at her again.

“Anything else?” I ask Violet.

She hesitates.

Not long. Just enough to register.

“There was… an external matter,” she says carefully. “It won’t happen again.”

External matter.

That’s new.

I don’t ask what it is. I don’t need the answer yet.

I stand.

Violet doesn’t move. She doesn’t step back. She doesn’t flinch.

Good.

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I walk around the desk slowly, deliberately, stopping a few feet in front of her. Close enough to remind her where she is. Not close enough to invade

From here, the wear on her clothes is more obvious. Not sloppy. Not neglected.

Endured.

I file that away with everything else I’ve noticed and never commented on.

“Mistakes,” I say, voice even, “are expensive.”

“Yes.”

“They cost time. They cost control.”

“Yes.”

“And I don’t keep people who cost me either.”

“I understand.”

Avery inhales sharply, like she’s waiting for the axe to fall.

It doesn’t.

Not yet.

I look at Violet for a long moment. Long enough that she knows I’m deciding something.

Then I say, “Return to your desk.”

Avery’s head snaps toward me.

Violet doesn’t react at all.

“Double-check every routing setting,” I continue. “You don’t leave tonight until you’re certain it won’t happen again.”

“Yes, Mr. Ashcroft.”

She turns immediately, precise, professional, already moving.

As she reaches the door, I add, “Pierce.”

She stops.

Turns back.

“Yes?”

My gaze flicks once-quick, sharp-to her shoes. To the slight scuff at the toe.

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Avery whirls back around. “You promised me lunch today.”

I pause.

She’s right. I did.

“Yes,” I say. “I did.”

Her posture straightens instantly. “And the purse?”

I stand again, grabbing my jacket from the back of the chair. “Send me the link.”

Her mood shifts like a switch flipped. The anger evaporates, replaced by excitement sharp enough to be jarring. “Really?”

“Yes.”

She smiles, wide and relieved, already pulling out her phone. “Oh my god, Rowan, thank you. I knew you’d understand.”

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I don’t correct her.

I don’t understand.

I manage.

“Lunch at twelve-thirty,” I add. “Be ready.”

She nods enthusiastically. “I will. I’ll go freshen up.”

She disappears into the bathroom attached to my office, already humming.

The door shuts.

The office settles.

I sit back down, fingers steepled in front of me, eyes drifting to the glass wall overlooking the lobby.

Violet is back at her desk.

Head down. Hands moving. Rhythm restored.

No visible cracks.

External matter.

The phrase circles back uninvited.

Violet doesn’t volunteer information. She doesn’t overshare. She doesn’t bring her personal life into this building. That’s part of why she’s lasted as long as

she has.

So whatever distracted her enough to make a mistake wasn’t small.

I run through possibilities clinically.

An ex. A husband. Family drama. Financial trouble. None of it is my concern-until it disrupts operations. Until it bleeds into my space.

I don’t pry into my employees’ lives.

But I also don’t ignore risk.

Violet Pierce is one of my most reliable assets.

Assets don’t fracture without reason.

I watch as she fields another call, voice steady, expression unreadable. If she’s unraveling, she’s doing it privately.

Good.

I make a mental note.

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