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Third persons pov

"Good morning Mr Drake, here's your schedule for today," a lanky looking guy with dark-rimmed round glasses informed a guy who was standing in front of a mirror while a lady dressed in a typical maid dress dud his tie for him.

The young man whose name is Drake didn't say any words, but the lanky guy already knew what he needed to do without being told.

"You have a meeting with the CEO of Meta co at 10 am, and a lunching for the charity events for the Dukes at 2 pm and finally you have a dinner party for the celebration of the successful lunch of the charity event at 7 pm." The lanky guy finished reading out from the schedule he was holding before he looked up at the young man that was only focused on his appearance in the mirror.

The young man has looks that were to die for, he was the perfect definition of tall well built and handsome.

Even his maids couldn't help but steal glances at him every now and then, but they would quickly look away if they were to mistakenly catch his gaze.

He has the coldest eyes known to humankind, and it had always been that way since he was a child.

His eyes were the same colour as ice, it was so rare that when he was little, people always asked his parents if they were using contact lenses for him.

The temperature in the room, was at a minus 10 degrees and both the maid and the lanky guy were all shivering from the immense cold in the room, but the young man Drake does not look the least bit bothered by the cold. That was a normal temperature for him.

"Cancel the dinner," Drake spoke in a voice as cold as the room.

The tall lanky guy wanted to protest but he knew better than to do that so he only nods his head vigorously before using the pen in his hands to asterisk the dinner party from the schedule.

The maid hastened up with the tie when she heard his voice as fear had gripped her mind from how cold he sounded.

Although it wasn't her first time hearing his voice, but she was still unable to get used to it.

When the maid was done, she stepped aside and Drake stared at his reflection in his mirror for a while with his hands in his pocket before turning and gave a cut nod at the maid who then scurried out of the room.

Drake turned away from the mirror in front of him and looked over to his bed where his Suit was laid perfectly on, and looked back to the lanky guy who scurried over to the king-sized bed that was situated in the middle of the large bedroom, before picking up the suit and helping Drake put it on before they left the room.

The tall lanky guy ran ahead of Drake and went over to open the door before Drake would get there, and then stepped aside waiting for him to walk out before following after him.

A white car was already waiting outside the front door with a man dressed in a navy blue suit , was standing by the door, and holding it open for him to enter.

Drake entered the car, and the guy holding it open closed the door before stepping aside.

The tall lanky guy ran over to the front passenger side of the car and got in before the car zoomed off.

They drove for a long while in the large estate before getting to the out gate which automatically opened when it sensed the car coming out, and they drove out of the house.

***

A phone started to vibrate in the tall lanky guys pocket and he brought it out to check who it was, it was saved as "Wifey," he tightened his lips when he saw the caller id because he knew he couldn't pick the call not while he was in the car with Mr Drake unless he was willing to lose his job, something he wasn't exactly ready for, not even if he wanted to, so he dragged on the cancel button quickly before putting it back inside his pocket.

They arrived at the company a few minutes later, and a guy that was waiting outside the large office building complex opened the door for Drake; who majestically stepped out of the car and walked into the building.

Everyone stopped what they were doing the moment they saw him walk in, and greeted him when he walked past them,  but just like always, he ignored everyone and went into the elevator that was open and waiting for him to get in.

He got in, and the lanky guy hurried in after him and pressed on the p button before taking a few steps to wait behind his boss.

The temperature in the elevator had suddenly dropped to zero even though it was about 22 degrees outside the office, and The tall lanky guy rubbed his forearms vigorously to keep warm as puffs of smoke escape his shaky lips.

This was a normal occurrence for the tall lanky guy whenever he was with his boss, but he had never learnt to get used to it.

He always wondered why it was always that way, however, he never dared to speak up and ask why it was always that way as he feared he might lose his job.

"Did you make dinner reservations for Jade's birthday party?" Mr Drake asked but the guy was more focused on his frozen lips and hands that he didn't hear when he was spoken to.

Drake despised having to repeat himself, so he only turned and glared at the poor guy who was already freezing and that snapped the guy from his zoned out state.

"Yes sir, I made a dinner reservation at Spikes 7 pm," he announced and the elevator doors opened right after the guy finished speaking and they both elite the elevators and went into a double door that was held wide open as if they had been informed of the exact time of their arrival.

When they walked into the board meeting room, the whole people seated in the room all adjust their sitting positions and quiet down completely until Drake took his sit and they began with their meeting.

***

"This new product is targeted at car building companies, and we are already sourcing for a contract with Tesla," A guy dressed in an expensive suit tried to give out an explanation to the display on the reflector on the plain white wall of the meeting room.

The guy had already gave out detailed explanation of what the product was about, in their previous meetings.

The product he was talking about was a unique car paint that was solely produced by them and although his presentations when he had introduced the project was quiet impressive, Drake doesn't seem to like the fact that he was looking towards gaining a contract with only a few companies.

"We already got a contract offer from Daimler groups and they are looking forward to making it an exclusive deal, however, I think we should aim for much higher," he said again while using a light cursor to point to the images on the walls.

The young man doing the presentation wanted them to sign an exclusive deal with tesla since he feels they are a a greater company than the Daimler groups.

Drake didn't seem interested in what the guy was saying, but he still listened to him.

Drake was a type of person who always goes for a product that everyone can purchase because he believed that was way more profitable than looking for a contract from just one single company and that's was one of the secrets he used in growing his company to the point where it became one of the largest group of companies.

"That would be all," the guy announced the ending of his presentation and everyone except Drake started to clap their hands.

Drake was the only heir to the CP groups and since his father was no longer alive he was the owner of the company.

Although the company was managed by board of directors, he was the only person who owns the veto power over every decision concerning the company.

Their company made a variety of different types of products from raw materials to fabrics to clothing brands and shoes and now they were building a product to sell to car companies.

Drake was a hard man to please, so the guy wasn't surprised when he didn't say any words of compliment to his presentation, it was enough for him that he wasn't getting roasted or getting a disapproving look which was a normal reaction that everyone gets from Mr Drake when they don't do things to his liking.

Drake got up from his seat and left the meeting room and walked over to the elevator which opened to let him in.

The elevator could sense motions, and since it was only used by Drake, it was always vacant whenever he was about to get in.

He rode the elevator to the fifth floor where his office was and walked past his secretary who greeted him good morning to which he ignored and went to the seat on the chair behind his desk. 

"Call Garry," Drake said in his normal husky voice, and his secretary hurried out of the office and into the hallways before dialling Garry's phone.

The Secretary was focused on the phone call she was about to make, and she didn't see when a tall beautiful lady dressed in clothes that clung onto her body like a second skin walked past her and entered into Drake's office.

"Hello, babe!" A honeyed voice called out to Drake the moment she entered into the office and a hard look settled upon Drake's face "what the fuck is she doing here," he thought to himself before raising his head to meet the person who spoke.

"What are you doing here?" Drake asked in a flat voice.

***