Chapter 300 Byron’s Support?
Freya felt a rush of satisfaction as she followed Byron out of the meeting room. The tension of the discussion seemed to dissipate, leaving behind a sense of victory. In her mind, Byron’s words had been a form of validation, a tacit endorsement of her approach. His confidence in her abilities, despite the ongoing debate, made her feel more certain that she could win this project and prove herself to him—and to everyone else.
As they walked down the corridor, the clack of their footsteps echoed in the silence. Freya kept her pace steady, just behind Byron, her gaze fixed ahead. She was keenly aware of the undercurrent of attention from the others in the meeting. They were watching, analyzing, and no doubt drawing their own conclusions about her relationship with the powerful Byron Crawford.
But Freya wasn’t worried. If anything, the uncertainty and subtle speculation only strengthened her resolve. The more attention she attracted, the more she could prove her worth. She was ready to show them that she wasn’t just a skilled professional—she was a force to be reckoned with.
Byron, meanwhile, walked ahead, his face unreadable. He didn’t acknowledge her presence immediately, but Freya wasn’t deterred. She had learned by now that Byron operated on his own terms. Still, she couldn’t resist making a point of speaking up.
“Mr. Crawford,” she began, her tone polite but with an edge of ambition. “I appreciate your support today. You made it clear that you’re backing me in this project.”
Byron paused for a moment, just enough for Freya to wonder if he would respond. His eyes glanced over at her briefly before he continued walking, his voice low and even. “I didn’t back you, Ms. Bates. I merely gave a fair assessment of the situation. Don’t mistake that for favor.”
Freya’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure. She had expected this response, yet hearing it still stung. Byron was always careful with his words. But it didn’t matter. She would make him see her value.
“Of course, Mr. Crawford,” Freya replied with a calm smile. “But I do appreciate the trust you’ve shown in my abilities.”
Byron didn’t respond, his gaze fixed ahead as they reached the elevator. The silence between them grew heavier as they waited for the doors to open. Freya could feel the weight of the unspoken tension, but she refused to let it shake her.
As the elevator doors slid open, Byron stepped inside first, followed by Freya. The ride up was brief, but it felt like an eternity. Freya’s mind raced with possibilities—how she could maneuver the project, how she could cement her position within Imbe Group, and perhaps even beyond it. There was so much more at stake now than just Bloor Food Industry Company. This was her chance to solidify her place in the corporate world.
The elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened to the floor where Byron’s office awaited. As they stepped out, Freya couldn’t help but glance at him, wondering if the distance between them would ever truly close. But for now, she would focus on the task at hand.
The project with Bloor Food Industry Company was just the beginning.