The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 9 Sleeping in Meetings

Emily mulled over the report. She'd had Abigail take all the pregnancy tests for her-blood tests, urine tests, ultrasounds, the whole nine yards.

They swapped samples in the bathroom, and there was no way Michael would catch on. But Emily knew this ruse wouldn't last forever, so she had to make her move before Michael figured it out. "Relax, he won't find out just yet," Emily murmured, patting her still-flat belly. 'Hang in there, little one. We can't let Michael know, or you might never get to see the world,' she thought. After a hectic morning, she was wiped. She said goodbye to Abigail and headed home for a nap.

Maybe it was normal to be this tired during pregnancy. After sorting through some design sketches Abigail had sent over, she crashed. Meanwhile, Michael, who'd just walked into the office before noon, was feeling a bit drowsy himself. He wasn't one for naps, so he brushed it off. Having already lost half the day, he had Andrew Anderson, his assistant, rally all departments for a meeting as soon as he got in.

Andrew was a rockstar assistant, especially sharp in business matters, which made him Michael's go-to guy at the company.

Seeing Michael back, Andrew went straight up to brief him. "Mr. Smith, Mr. Brown from EverBuild Construction Group is waiting for you in the small conference room."

Michael's brow furrowed. "EverBuild Construction Group? What is it? Can anyone just waltz in to see me?" His sharp gaze zeroed in on Andrew.

Andrew knew this was a sign of Michael's irritation but pressed on, "It's Mrs. Smith's father."

Michael let out a bitter laugh. 'Great, just when I'm already pissed at Emily, now her dad thinks he can push me around?'

"Did he say what he wants?" Michael asked.

"Seems like he's here asking for an investment," Andrew replied coolly. In other words, he was there to ask for money. Michael snorted and gave Andrew a look. "Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Not long after, security escorted Hayden out of the

brass from various subsidiaries and department heads were all there, sitting up straight as soon as

Family, Michael had a natural air

you about Phantom Beauty coming to check out the project. Has your design department come up with a plan

on the design sketches and aiming to lock down the

intense gaze fixed on him, his voice cold and

down his spine. At 40, he usually had a warm, friendly demeanor, but right now, he couldn't

But he

Phantom Beauty, none were super urgent. So after grilling them about that, Michael leaned back and just

project leader, after passionately pitching their vision, looked at Michael, hoping for some feedback and approval. But after a long silence, people started thinking Michael was just resting his eyes. He had a habit of doing that

got nervous and went up to lightly tap Michael, only to find out

meeting spread like wildfire through the company. Michael was in a foul mood all day. He'd always been like a precision machine, never making mistakes and not tolerating any. Falling asleep during

Michael barked at Andrew after

the call. Michael yanked at his tie

Andrew returned. "Mr. Smith, Ava said Mrs. Smith is sleeping. Do you want me

him a cold, sharp look, and Andrew wisely backed off. He knew it was because of Emily again. She was seriously messing with his work. But he had no idea what to do about it. He pounded the table

the bed for a few minutes to fully wake up. Then she heard her phone buzzing

from the first one, finding them increasingly unbelievable. The topic was that Michael had fallen asleep during the shareholders' meeting,