Heartbreaker

6

Indulgence

Fresh from a morning meeting, Michael Jackson strode into his office, the lingering echoes of business discussions still resonating in his mind. The city's energy hummed outside, a stark contrast to the controlled chaos within the sleek, modern walls.

With a smooth motion, he flipped open his leather-bound calendar, its pages bearing witness to the meticulous organization that defined his world. He ran a calloused finger over the events, navigating through the physical pages with a deliberate rhythm. His preference for the tangible over the digital reflected his need for control in a chaotic business landscape.

The sun cast a warm glow on the polished mahogany of his desk as Michael picked up the old-fashioned, corded telephone, a relic from the past. He dialed Jake, his loyal assistant, with the well-practiced precision.

"Jake, Whitney's plane lands at 1 pm. Arrange the car and make sure everything's in order."

"Yes, Mr. Jackson. I'll get on it right away."

"For the flowers, white lilies, orchids and something purple – her favorites."

Michael's voice, usually authoritative, softened with a genuine concern for Whitney's experience. The cool businessman revealed a warmer side, she had that effect on him in more ways than one. He also found himself drawn to the simple act of texting Whitney. Despite his preference for face-to-face interactions, he enjoyed the intimacy and spontaneity their messages provided.

As Whitney's plane touched down, a man approached her, offering assistance and explaining that Michael had arranged for the car service. Surprised and touched by the gesture, Whitney hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Michael.

"Hey," Whitney's voice carried a soft, affectionate tone.

"Houston, how are you?" Michael responded, his voice warm and tender.

"I'm good, but I just landed, and a guy said he's from your team and here to pick me up?" Whitney's curiosity was tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Yes, his name is Peter. I wanted to make sure you got back safe and sound," Michael replied, his concern for her well-being evident in his words.

"You're so sweet." Whitney said, feeling a flutter of warmth in her chest.

"He'll be there whenever you need," Michael added, his voice carrying a gentle reassurance. "Just give him a call, and he'll take care of everything," Michael continued, his tone filled with affectionate reassurance.

"I'll keep that in mind. So, does this mean I have a personal chauffeur now?" Whitney teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Michael chuckled softly. "Consider it a perk of knowing me," he replied, his tone matching her playful banter.

"I'll be sure to put it to good use," Whitney said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"No doubt about that," Michael replied, his voice warm with affection. "Unfortunately, I have to get to a meeting, so you have a good day. Yeah?"

"Yeah, you too, Michael. Talk to you soon," Whitney said, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort as she ended the call and headed towards the waiting car.