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Lyra
The sender: Roman Lennox.
The subject line: Follow-Up: Report on Performance Metrics.
Instantly, my stomach flipped. I set my plate aside and grabbed my laptop. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened the email.
From: Roman Lennox
To: Lyra Winters
Subject: Follow-Up: Report on Performance Metrics
Ms. Winters,
I reviewed the preliminary figures you submitted last week. However, I noticed the latest data isn’t included in the report. Could you provide me with the updated performance metrics for the East Coast operations? I’d like to review it before tomorrow morning’s meeting.
Kindly ensure the file is sent promptly.
Regards,
Roman Lennox
I groaned, pulling up my work folder. The file was already saved and ready to go, which was a relief. I quickly typed out a response.
From: Lyra Winters
To: Roman Lennox
Subject: Re: Follow-Up: Report on Performance Metrics
Dear Mr. Lennox,
Thank you for your email. I’ve attached the latest performance metrics file for your review. Please note that I’ve also shared this document with Anthony earlier today for distribution to the team.
Let me know if there’s anything else you require.
Best regards,
Lyra Winters
I clicked Send and leaned back with a sigh. It wasn’t even five minutes later when my inbox pinged again.
From: Roman Lennox
To: Lyra Winters
Subject: Re: Follow-Up: Report on Performance Metrics
Ms. Winters,
Thank you for sending the file. While I appreciate your initiative in sharing the document with Anthony, I would like to understand if keeping me updated directly is inconvenient for you.
Should this be an issue, do let me know so that I may revise the workflow accordingly.
Regards,
Roman Lennox
My jaw dropped. His tone was professional, yes, but the underlying edge was sharp and unmistakably mocking. I could almost feel his icy blue eyes boring into me through the screen.
“Oh, great,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “Now he thinks I’m slacking.”
I quickly started typing, my words spilling out in a panic.
From: Lyra Winters
To: Roman Lennox
Subject: Re: Follow-Up: Report on Performance Metrics
Dear Mr. Lennox,
I deeply apologize if my previous email gave the wrong impression! I didn’t mean that I find it inconvenient—quite the opposite! I simply wanted to ensure that Anthony had everything he needed as well. I’m more than happy to keep you updated directly on all matters moving forward.
Thank you for pointing this out, and I will make sure it doesn’t happen again. Please let me know if there’s anything else you need!
Sincerely,
Lyra Winters
I hit Send and groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Why do I sound like a desperate intern?” I muttered to myself.
The reply came faster than I expected.
From: Roman Lennox
To: Lyra Winters
Subject: Re: Follow-Up: Report on Performance Metrics
Ms. Winters,
No need for dramatics. Your clarification is noted. However, I trust that next time, there won’t be a need for such extensive explanations.
Good work on the report. Keep it up.
Regards,
Roman Lennox
I stared at the screen, a mix of relief and exasperation washing over me. His words were neutral enough, but I couldn’t ignore the subtle wit in his tone. “Extensive explanations,” huh?
As I leaned back, a bitter memory of Ethan’s earlier accusation surfaced. His sneering voice replayed in my head: “Warming Lennox’s bed to get ahead?”
Heat rushed to my face, and I shook my head, forcing the thought away. No way was I letting Ethan’s spiteful words mess with my focus. Roman Lennox was my boss, and I wasn’t going to let anyone tarnish the effort I’d put into my work.
Just as I closed my laptop, another notification popped up.
From: Roman Lennox
To: Lyra Winters
Subject: Additional Request
Ms. Winters,
As you’ve now set a precedent for immediate responsiveness, I would also like your input on the East Coast’s employee engagement survey. The team seems to have missed a few key metrics, and I’d appreciate your thoughts on the matter.
Feel free to send your insights before the end of the day—or whenever your pasta break is over.
Regards,
Roman Lennox
My mouth fell open. How did he know I was eating pasta? Did he have cameras in my apartment? No, of course not—but his timing was unnervingly accurate.
I quickly typed back, my lips twitching into a reluctant smile.
From: Lyra Winters
To: Roman Lennox
Subject: Re: Additional Request
Dear Mr. Lennox,
Thank you for your trust in my input. I’ll review the survey data right away and share my insights shortly—before my pasta break truly ends.
Best regards,
Lyra Winters
This time, his reply was almost instantaneous.
From: Roman Lennox
To: Lyra Winters
Subject: Re: Additional Request
Ms. Winters,
Your efficiency is commendable. Enjoy your pasta.
Regards,
Roman Lennox
I stared at the screen, half-expecting another email, but none came. Instead, I found myself laughing softly, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all.
Roman Lennox was intimidating, sure. But maybe, just maybe, he had a sense of humor buried somewhere beneath that frosty exterior.
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