JORDAN
I stand at the window in my office and refuse to pace as a jumbled mess of thoughts swirls in my mind. Last night was more than I expected. When Ethan and Marcus requested that I tag along to the bar, I wasn't keen on the idea. For starters, I just got back from Italy, and the last thing I want to do is socialize. I have several appointments lined up, dinner meetings, and the search for my childhood best friend is also on the schedule.
Ethan has promised to provide me with information, but I still have to play my part.
Footsteps echo outside the door and then a rap before I notice the handle twisting.
"Good morning, Mr. Remington."
I whip my head around to face her. It's Madison, my PA here. "Is it time already?"
"Yes, Sir. Everyone is seated in the conference room." She hand
