LOGAN BLACKSTONE
I heard the phone on my desk ringing, signaling Eunice’s arrival. As my secretary, she always managed the schedule with precision, and today was no different.
"Blackstone," Eunice’s voice came through the receiver, a touch of formality mixed with a hint of familiarity.
“Good morning, Eunice. Yes, I’m waiting,” I replied, leaning back in my chair.
Eunice, ever attentive to my need for organization, soon appeared at my office door. Her arrival was always prompt and efficient, qualities I valued deeply. I surrounded myself with the best because excellence was the only standard I accepted. Under my leadership, the company saw its income triple, and our name remained at the top of the investment rankings. We prided ourselves on our meticulous analysis of the financial marke
