Jacob's POV

I walk into my office using the hallway entrance, and before I can even turn around, Devin is knocking me over with a bear hug as he laughs manically. "Oh my god, man. I don't know what the hell just happened but damn you pulled it off." He compliments and I just laugh with him, still reeling from the fact that she came.

"Jasemine is here. I thought she wouldn't come much less take me seriously." I tell him and all he does is laugh before plopping himself down into the chair in front of my desk.

"Yeah man, so now that she's here, what's your next move?" He asks me, and I laugh before shaking my head, setting my stuff down on the desk before I sit down in my seat, logging on to my computer.

"My next move? Devin I don't even know what her move was. She's so calm and put together man it's unnerving. I have to figure her out first." I tell him and he nods in understanding, a sly grin coming across his face. "What?" I ask him, waiting for the sarcastic comment or the sexual joke but all he does is chuckle.

"Something tells me that woman is going to fuck you up, man. I hope you enjoy it." He tells me before getting up, his laughing continues as he leaves not giving me a chance to ask him what he means.

Deciding to ignore him, as I've grown used to over the years, I click open my email and start going through the list, sorting out my mailbox between different folders, Urgent, Business, and Personal. Once everything is in place, I left my finger to press the buzzer, but hesitate when I remember it's not Taylor in the other end of the buzzer anymore. I find myself biting my lip nervously, trying to figure out the best way to approach the beautiful woman that unnerves me just by giving me that one look.

Finally, I press the white call button, and say the first thing I cal think of. Ms. Sullivan, can you please come into my office with a notebook and pen please?" I find myself saying, as if asking permission and I want to shot myself in the foot, hating the way my confidence feels all wonky.

"Of course, I'll be right there." She replies cooly in only a few moments, her voice warm and low, not high pitched and squeaky like a lot of women I know. I attempt to fix my hair and tie before realizing how ridiculous I'm acting, knowing that regardless of how she acts, not very many women would say I'm anything but attractive.

     I don't believe a word I'm saying either.

   The door on the left opens, and reveals Jasmine, her suit hugging her curves perfectly while remaining professional, her long legs gorgeous. She walks towards me confidently stopping before my desk with a notebook and a pen, just like I asked.

"I need you to take notes of important dates, meetings and events as I go through my emails, and later on, I'm going to need you to transfer the same information to my planner. If you don't have one for yourself already, I would recommend getting one." I explain to her, for some reason not being able to keep eye contact too long before I feel like I have to look away, the intensity in her eyes almost smothering.

"I'll make note of that." She tells me with a nod, cool and collected as ever, and it unnerves me making my foot bounce beneath my desk as I glance up towards her striking green eyes.

"Have a seat." I tell her motioning to the chairs across from me. She places the notebook into the desk before pulling out the seat across from me and sitting down.

She doesn't say anything, and I rack my brain with something to say but everything that comes to mind is either boring or ridiculous. I cringe inwardly, trying to grab ahold of the comfortable aloofness I've adopted over the years, but I can't shake the nerves. Deciding to distract myself instead, I start on the list, going with business first.

"I like my planner color coded so that I know what I'm doing and for what. You can choose the colors, I don't have any preference as long as they remain consistent. I already separated my emails into four categories, Urgent, Energy, Kids and Personal. I would appreciate if you used the same categories." I go on to explain my expectation to that there's no mishaps or confusion and I find Jasmine looking almost..... bored as if she could care less what I'm saying or that she's already aware of how to do things. It irks something in me but I don't say anything, instead switching to the task at hand.

"This is from the Business folder. First one is from Yenzen , the owner of Yenzen Paper Corporation. He's-" She cuts me off making my brows raise as she goes to say something.

   "Would it not be better to go over the Urgent list first so you don't miss anything for your day?" She offers, her brows raised and I look at her, my brows creased as I think about it.

     "Maybe it would be, but I didn't ask you to give me a suggestion on how to improve, I asked you to write down notes." I tell her kindly, chaffing a bit that I'm so frazzled that I didn't even notice I didn't start with Urgent like I usually do, not wanting to seem like a petulant child however when she pointed it out.

    Her eyes narrow just the smallest bit, but her lips pull up into a smile that's almost believable. "Of course, my apologies." She says dryly, and I don't know whether to scorn or laugh at the sarcasm.

  Instead I continue on telling her what to write down. Yenzen is trying to set up a business meeting for next week so we can talk about the possibility of me providing the energy for his new factory that will be dedicated to recycling paper. After a few years of being patient, Yenzen has finally come around to clean energy and we're going to connect with him and create a new partnership." Calmly she quickly scribbles the notes down and something tells me I won't have to worry about messy handwriting.
 
   I'm hoping that this business together will also aid in the small but important part of my business in helping raise more funds for the countless number of Childhood protection programs and businesses I own as well.

   I find myself staring at her and only notice when she clears her throat. I startle, my cheeks redden slightly, and I glance up, preparing myself for a slap, but instead getting a smirk.

   "I don't believe we've gotten to the Personal folder yet." Jasmine says cheekily, and I choke on my cough, making myself have a hacking fit that only makes her smirk deepen. By the time I finally settle down, my face is beat red and my nerves are even more shot that before.

    "Okay, let's move on."

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