Chapter 2 - Rule Written In Stone (1/2)
His secretary called him again and again, but none of the calls were picked up due to the phone being left behind in Hecathe's apartment.
”We only have a few minutes left! Where is he?!” A man anxiously asked as he glared at Hecathe's secretary.
Hecathe's so-called secretary was a man in his mid-twenties, wearing a dark blue-colored suit that didn't look too eye-catching, but it certainly had the professional and neat look to it that was much needed in an office. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to complement his black wavy hair. He had a clean shaved face and if one were to look at him, they would certainly not say that he looked ugly, however, they would also not compliment him for his looks.
The secretary gulped in worry as he tried his best to keep a smile on his face, ”He said he's stuck in traffic. He'll be here on time.” He lied through an honest face.
Hecathe was not a person who would carelessly be late to a meeting without any reason. Even though being late to a meeting was not a good thing, since Hecathe was Hecathe, his secretary wasn't too anxious about it.
The worst outcome would be the employees thinking that Hecathe wasn't serious enough with his work.
He redialled the number for the nth time and it went into voice message once again.
6:59 a.m.
1 more minute left.
Now it was all about the seconds.
”Let's head inside,” The man nudged the secretary before leaving him behind to follow as he headed inside the meeting room first.
'Please come fast, Sir!' He prayed in his mind.
It seemed that God had heard his prayers.
He heard a bit of commotion and when he turned back to look at it, his eyes widened as relief washed over him.
The commotion was caused by the other employees who were scurrying away after greeting the President ”Good morning!”
Hecathe didn't even glance at them as he kept walking slowly in a calm and leisurely manner.
He stopped in front of his secretary before looking at his watch and commenting, ”Made it in time.”
The secretary sighed, ”Good morning, Mr. Osborne. You had me worried for a second there.”
Hecathe smirked as he used another quote from an advertisement he had just remembered, ”When you have a Zelium car on your side, even time would wait for you.”
The secretary took a few seconds to react as he chuckled, ”President, you should just take over the job of advertising manager.”
”You think I'm that good?” Hecathe smirked, ”But then again, I do look cool no matter what I do.”
The secretary pursed his lips. He had the urge to refute the confident statement, but he didn't have enough time to fight over it.
”Let's just go.”
Hecathe nodded as he wiped the proud smirk off his face and put on his business face that seemed to mimic a statue that would always be frowning and glaring at you.
It was a shock that he put on this kind of expression and still wondered why people were scared of him.
The secretary pushed open the door of the conference room and Hecathe's entrance immediately caught the interest of everyone who stood up and bowed in respect as they greeted him.
”Good morning, President!” They said in unison.
Hecathe nodded, ”Good morning.”
Only after hearing a response from Hecathe did they dare sit back down.
Hecathe straightened out his coat as he took a seat in his chair that was located at the head of the table. He cupped his hands together and placed them on the table before crossing his legs as he questioned, ”Reports?”
A young-looking woman stood up as soon as she heard this and walked over to him as she handed over a blue file, ”It doesn't look like they plan to defeat us with quality.”
Hecathe carelessly picked up the file and the woman bowed her head before going back to her seat.
Everyone waited for the president to finish reading the report he had asked for and they carefully noticed his every expression. Since he already had a frown plastered on his face, it was hard to guess what he was feeling, but the employees had already adapted to it and even if it was only a small change in his facial expressions, they would still notice it.