What was I supposed to write about this?
We were seated in the conference room of another rich business tycoon much like Jordan himself— Mr. Andrews. I knew I had to observe him in action but I wouldn't call an occasional nod as a saucy detail to add to the write-up.
Jordan was seated opposite to me on that round table along with a few more of his associates. Lounging back and forth, he played with a pen in his hand. He didn't speak even once during the entire session except a few infrequent 'hmms' and head nods.
He was clearly wasting my time and if given the chance, I would have stabbed him right on spot.
Being irresistibly attractive and sexy does not necessarily mean a person is certified to waste the time of others.
While a large man stood in front of the big screen facing the table and explained his plan to the people seated in the room, I counted the seconds in my head. There was absolutely nothing about this meeting that I could use.
