No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 745

The receptionist spotted Eleanor and immediately straightened up, greeting her with respectful enthusiasm. “Ms. Sutton, the meeting’s on the eighteenth floor—please, this way.”

Eleanor gave a polite nod and, with Ellington by her side, stepped into the waiting elevator.

In the hallway outside the conference room, several senior executives lingered, deep in conversation. When they noticed Eleanor, they broke into welcoming smiles. “Good morning, Ms. Sutton.”

Eleanor responded with effortless poise and a warm laugh. She recognized these men and women as Ian’s most trusted inner circle—each one sharp, ambitious, and influential. When she’d first joined Goodwin & Co. as a shareholder, their reactions had been wary, their gazes appraising and guarded. But now, their attitudes had clearly shifted.

Stepping into the conference room, Eleanor saw that everyone had arrived early. Ian sat at the head of the table, eyes lowered as he skimmed through a stack of documents. His composure radiated authority, an unspoken command that filled the room with a hush.

At the sound of footsteps, Ian lifted his gaze, his eyes landing squarely on Eleanor.

Calm and composed, Eleanor crossed the room and took her seat at the table, her nameplate gleaming in front of her. Ellington settled in a row behind her, notebook ready for the meeting.

Ian glanced at his watch. His deep voice broke the brief silence. “Everyone’s here. Let’s begin.”

The room fell instantly silent.

One by one, department heads gave their reports. Ian listened with an inscrutable expression, occasionally interjecting with pointed questions that cut straight to the heart of the matter.

When someone tried to offer explanations, he stopped them cold. “I want solutions, not excuses.”

That was Ian—cool, commanding, leaving no room for debate.

It seemed as if he was born to sit at the helm, orchestrating every move, surveying the field from above.

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