Three Years Forgotten, Why Go Crazy When I Say Goodbye? novel Chapter 114

The elevator ascended in complete silence, the atmosphere inside the cabin incredibly still.

Willow simply had no idea what to say, while Arthur was debating whether he should speak at all.

Finally, Arthur broke the ice. "Ms. Horgan, how are you settling in these past couple of days?"

"Very well, actually," Willow replied. "The environment and the team are great."

"Glad to hear it."

With the silence broken, the tension eased slightly. Willow and Arthur exchanged a few more pleasantries. The elevator soon dinged at the twenty-fifth floor, and Willow gave a polite nod before stepping out.

The moment she was gone, Silas looked at Arthur with genuine confusion. "Was she... afraid of me just now?"

"Huh?" Arthur was completely thrown off. He had no idea his boss cared about such things.

Within the company, Silas was notoriously aloof. Board members and top executives routinely trembled in his presence, yet he had never once asked this question. Why the sudden interest today?

Arthur tested the waters. "What makes you say that, sir?"

Hearing this, Silas's expression darkened. What made him say that? It was glaringly obvious—how could anyone miss it?

She had pressed herself into the corner the second she walked in, avoided speaking to him the entire ride, and didn't even look his way when she left. What more proof did he need?

A spike of irritation hit him. "Just answer the question."

If she wasn't terrified before, interrogating her about it would certainly do the trick.

"Mind your own business."

"Yes, sir. Understood," Arthur immediately replied. He didn't understand the logic, but at least he had dodged a bullet for now.

Upon entering her office, Willow prioritized her daily tasks, tackling the most urgent ones first. Then, she prepared to host a status meeting with the project team to discuss their progress and any roadblocks.

The meeting was scheduled for ten o'clock, but fifteen minutes went by and Clarence was still a no-show. Willow asked a colleague to call him, but the line was hung up after just two rings.

Another ten minutes passed before Clarence strolled leisurely into the conference room. The moment he sat down, he began complaining. "Couldn't this have been an email? Do you have any idea how busy we are? We aren't all just sitting around sipping coffee and holding useless meetings. Some people just love flaunting their title and throwing their weight around."