Behind Their Veneers

IV

He was reading a file on the new wine product they were currently working on and it was due to be released a few weeks from now but it needed approval from him as the boss and a few more critics, although they would pretty much agree to anything he did since he was the Jordan Kale. No one messes with J.K. That was what prompted his trip but now he had to go later than planned because of Carol's impromptu visit.

Preparing to send the reply to the email previously sent by Alise Miller, his personal assistant, he heard Carol walk out of the kitchen as he clicked on the enter key.

"It's time to go. Our session begins at noon, 12:30p.m precisely and it's currently. . . 11:43a.m. The therapy place is in the city. Might take a couple of minutes to get there and I don't wanna be late," she ranted as she scrolled through her phone before dropping it into her purse.

Jordan nodded as he looked skeptically at her flushed face and neck. Someone must have been having dirty talks with his sister. He knew she didn't do well with dirty talks. She would always turn a deep shade of pink or slight red whenever anyone mentioned it.

Feeling his gaze, she looked down at him where he was still seated with his laptop on his lap.

"What? Let's get a move on. We don't have much time," she sputtered before rushing towards the door.

Jordan let out a chuckle as he stood up and put his laptop back in place before grabbing his briefcase and following after her. Someone definitely talked dirty with her. She was all flushed and fiddle-footed.

"You're bringing your briefcase along?" She questioned when they had settled into the back seat of his gray coloured Maserati Levante with his driver seated in front.

He nodded, "I'm heading to the hangar directly from the therapist's place. I have a meeting to attend in Napa valley," he answered.

The driver's head immediately snapped up when he heard his boss mention the word therapy and as he looked into the rearview mirror with his eyes wide in surprise, to his misfortune, his eyes collided with Jordan's hard and expressionless glare, daring him to make a comment. He quickly looked down and pressed the ignition button of the car.

"Oh ok. Good," she nodded as the car engine revved to life and soon, they were on their way.

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At exactly 12:20p.m, they arrived in the city of Manhattan but where they were, it was pretty serene and less busier than the usual bustling streets of the city in New York. They alighted from the car as it skidded to a halt by the sidewalk.

Jordan looked around, from across the street, past the petite flower shop to the restaurant and cafe with the little burger model at the top until his eyes settled on the building before him. It had a little dark red awning above the entrance which held a revolving door.

E.P's Therapy Place was written in bold silver letters a little ways above the awning and the building looked to have about three storeys to it. His chocolate brown eyes, which were now behind dark shades, thoroughly scrutinized the building standing before him as Carol walked ahead and in through the revolving door, leaving him to follow behind.

He tucked one of his hands into his pocket before making his way into the building, all the while, gaining a few curious looks from passerbys. They knew that face looked familiar but they couldn't quite place where they had seen the handsome looking man whose eyes hid behind the expensive looking shades.

As they walked in, Jordan continued to look around and he could hear someone speaking in the distance. They walked into the lobby and soon arrived at the receptionist's desk, where a lady sat behind the pretty high marble top counter.