Nathan watched as the door swung open, revealing a tall, impeccably dressed man. Mr. Michaelson exuded an air of authority and power. His tailored suit was charcoal gray, paired with a crisp white shirt and a deep blue tie. His eyes were sharp, taking in every detail of the room with a calculating glance.
"Lillian," Michaelson greeted, his voice smooth but commanding. "I had to stop by to check on the company I'd be investing in. I hope I'm not interrupting."
Lillian's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Mr. Michaelson, it's good to see you. This is Nathan, a potential partner from another tech firm."
Nathan rose from his seat, extending a hand towards Michaelson. "Nathan Blackwood. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
Michaelson's handshake was firm, his eyes assessing Nathan with an intensity that made him slightly uncomfortable. "Nathan, I've heard about you. Interesting to see you here."
Nathan nodded, feeling the weight of Michaelson's scrutiny. "Yes, I was discussing a potential collaboration with Miss Westbrook."
Michaelson turned to Lillian, a faint smile on his lips. "I see. And how is the discussion going?"
Lillian, sensing the tension, tried to maintain a composed demeanor. "It's going well. Nathan has some innovative ideas that could benefit our expansion."
"Good to hear," Michaelson replied, though his eyes never left Nathan. "I must say, I wasn't expecting such a rapid move towards new partnerships. But then again, the tech world waits for no one."
Nathan felt a slight unease as Michaelson's gaze bore into him. There was something in his eyes—something calculating and inscrutable. "The tech industry is indeed fast-paced. Innovation is key to staying ahead."
Michaelson nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "Very true. I hope your ideas can keep up with the pace."
Lillian interjected, trying to steer the conversation back on track. "Mr. Michaelson, since you're here, perhaps you'd like to join our discussion. Your insights would be invaluable."
Michaelson smiled, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes. "I'd be delighted. Please, continue."
As they resumed their discussion, the tension in the room was palpable. Nathan could feel the weight of Michaelson's presence, his every word and action carefully observed. He knew this was more than just a casual drop-in—Michaelson was here to size him up, to see if he was worthy of being part of the Westbrook Corporation's future.
Despite the pressure, Nathan held his ground, presenting his ideas with confidence and clarity. He could see Lillian was impressed, but Michaelson's expression remained inscrutable.
Finally, as the meeting drew to a close, Michaelson stood. "Thank you for including me, Lillian. And Nathan, it was a pleasure meeting you. I'm looking forward to seeing how this potential partnership develops."
Nathan nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "Thank you, Mr. Michaelson. I appreciate your time."
As Michaelson left the room, the tension lingered. Lillian turned to Nathan, her expression a mix of concern and determination. "Don't let him intimidate you. Your ideas are strong, and that's what matters."
Nathan nodded, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Michaelson was a formidable opponent—one who wouldn't easily be impressed or swayed.