Third person's POV Jackson walked into his corner office, the city. The glass walls reflected his own image back at him, tailored suit, confident stride, the kind of presence that made people move out of his way.His personal assistant, Vivian, was waiting by his desk. She was new, recruited just three weeks ago from MIT's top graduates. Sharp as a blade, efficient beyond measure, with the kind of organizational skills that made running a major corporation feel almost manageable."Sir, you are back?" she asked, straightening papers that were already perfectly aligned."Yes. So tell me, Vivian. What is my schedule for today?"She rattled off a list: board meeting at two, called Singapore at four, investor dinner at seven, email approvals for the Riverside project. It was a full day, the kind that would have destroyed him months ago but now felt like routine."Shift the board meeting to three and push the investor dinner to tomorrow night," Jackson said. "Everything else stays.""Okay,
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