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??? POV

I was in my office, sitting in my chair, my back to my desk, facing the window in front of me. It gave me a good view of the city below. The early morning sun shone through the clear glass, some of its warmth reaching me where I sat. I twirled the feather ring on my left hand middle finger and waited for my next appointment to come in.

There was a rhythmic knock on my door.

"Enter," I commanded my voice strong and cold. The door opened and the sound of heels moving to where I sat graced my ears.

"Sir, you have an appointment with Mr. Skye at 3. Do you want me to arrange a limo now?" my assistant asked from behind me. I turned in my chair to face her. She was pretty. Blonde hair in a tight bun, bright green eyes, a figure to kill for and she knew it.