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Star Entertainment
The morning view was bright as always. Sunlight streamed through the tall glass windows, casting a golden hue across the sleek office. Zamiel Blake sat in all his full glory behind his desk, his fingers dancing gracefully across the laptop keyboard — swift and elegant, like a fairy dancing in the rain.
A soft knock sounded at the door — twice.
Zamiel heard it but didn't lift his head. His deep, calm voice filled the room.
"What's my schedule for today?"
His secretary stepped in quietly, head slightly bowed.
"You have a meeting with Mr. Zheng, the CEO of Zheng Corporation, located in China. He's currently in the country for some business, and part of his schedule includes a meeting with you."
"Next," Zamiel said curtly.
He finally raised his head and closed his laptop with a quiet snap. The instant his gaze met the room, the secretary quickly lowered his eyes, avoiding direct contact with the man's intimidating presence.
"You also have a meeting with Mr. Snow, your distant cousin, by two o'clock, and—"
Zamiel didn't let him finish. Rising to his full height, he moved with effortless confidence toward the door, his tailored suit catching the light as he headed for the private elevator that led to the parking lot of Star Entertainment Company.
Outside, in front of the towering skyscraper, a sleek black Bugatti came to a smooth stop. The door opened, revealing polished black shoes that touched the ground with quiet authority. Then stepped out a strikingly handsome man — tall, composed, dressed in a perfectly fitted blue corporate suit. He was none other than Zamiel Blake, the CEO of Star Entertainment.
As he walked toward the building, every step radiated elegance and command. The moment he entered the grand lobby, a man in his early forties hurried forward, bowing slightly.
"You're welcome, sir," the man said respectfully.
"Mr. Zheng is waiting for you, sir. Please, follow me."
Zamiel gave a brief nod and followed in silence, his expression unreadable.
The door to the meeting room opened, and Zamiel stepped in, his shoes clicking rhythmically against the marble floor — clink, clink. His secretary followed closely behind.
Mr. Zheng, already seated, stood up immediately to greet him. Though both were powerful CEOs, respect is reciprocal. The two men shook hands firmly before Mr. Zheng motioned for him to sit.
"Mr. Zamiel," he began, his tone polite but eager, "I would really appreciate it if you could invest in Zheng Corporation's new project. Here is the proposal."
He handed over a neatly bound document. Zamiel took it, flipping through the pages with sharp, deliberate eyes. For several seconds, silence filled the room as he studied the proposal. Then he looked up.
"I can see your company has a very big plan — and it's a good one," Zamiel said calmly. "But in business, we must always weigh the disadvantages. Building a new fashion house in Singapore is risky. The market there is already saturated, and entering it would bring heavy competition. I'd prefer if the proposal focused on something less rivalrous. Still, we can think of a better solution — something more strategic."
Mr. Zheng nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to hear from you, Mr. Zamiel. Should I take that as a yes — that Star Entertainment will be working with Zheng Corporation?"
A faint smile curved Zamiel's lips as he gave a small nod.
"The proposal is indeed a good one, and Star Entertainment would be glad to work with a company that shows such ambition."
The two CEOs rose and shook hands once more — firm, decisive, and professional. With that, Zamiel turned and strode out, his secretary following behind.
As they reached the car, Zamiel's voice broke the silence.
"Where's the next location?"
"Your meeting with Mr. Snow, sir," his secretary replied promptly.
Zamiel said nothing more. They both entered the car, and the driver smoothly pulled out of the parking lot, heading toward his next meeting destination.
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