ZAYN BLACKWOOD'S POV
As I stepped out of the elevator, heading towards my office, I was met by my personal assistant, Jordan. Jordan was a tall and slender young man who had worked with me for about a year now. His brown hair fell loosely over his chiseled face; grey eyes peered intently from underneath, giving him a playboy look. But he was more dedicated to his job and to me than he cared about women.
“Your schedule, sir," he said calmly as he handed me a tablet.
I scrolled through, expression unchanging. “Are there any important emails that I need to address?"
"No, sir, except…” Jordan paused as he collected the tab from me while I settled in my office.
I looked up, wondering why the pause. “Except what?"
“Well, you received an email from the CEO of Nexcorp." He said calmly.
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