"At two o'clock, you'll need to inspect several key projects in Glaceria."
"At five, you're attending a business roundtable."
"And at eight o'clock, there's a charity gala dinner."
"..."
"Understood."
Gordon pressed his fingers to the bridge of his sharp nose, his gaze cold and piercing—so much so that few dared meet his eyes.
It was only eleven in the morning.
He still had two hours before his one o'clock meeting.
After spending the entire night on a plane, Gordon had gone straight from the airport to the conference room without a moment to adjust to the time difference. And with back-to-back engagements all afternoon, he'd told his assistant not to disturb him unless it was urgent once he finally made it to his office.
He had barely closed his eyes when Justice showed up.
Gordon looked up, surprised. "When did you get to Rosenthal, brother-in-law?"
"Just now. Had a last-minute meeting, so I flew in this morning," Justice replied, then hesitated before adding, "Gordon, could you do me a favor?"

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