He Refused Her Hand, Not Knowing She Held His Company’s Future

He grabbed the clicker harder.

“Well,” he said, “that gets fairly technical.”

Olivia didn’t move.

“I’m sure you can explain it.”

He cleared his throat.

One of the men beside him looked down at his notes.

Another suddenly found the carpet fascinating.

Leonard clicked to the next slide too quickly.

“Before we get too deep into that,” he said, “I’d rather give you the broad view.”

Olivia nodded like she was being patient.

Then she opened her folder.

“I also noticed your second-quarter reports show research spending dropped twenty-two percent while your shareholder letter describes expanded innovation investment. I’d like to understand how those figures reconcile.”

The silence that followed was different.

Not dismissive anymore.

Tight.

Leonard’s mouth hardened.

He advanced the slides past the finance section.

“I think some of those topics might be a little outside the scope of today’s conversation,” he said. “Maybe it would be more appropriate to focus on areas that better align with your interests.”

“My interests?” Olivia asked.

He smiled without warmth.

“You know. People. Culture. Inclusion.”

There it was.

The box.

He had decided what kind of smart she was allowed to be.

Olivia made a note in her pad.

Leonard misread it as compliance.

That was the first time he relaxed.

It was also the first moment he truly doomed himself.

“Let’s take a quick break,” he said. “Devon, have someone bring coffee.”

Then he turned to Olivia.

“How do you take yours?” he asked. “Lots of cream and sugar, I bet.”