Razor sharp and cold as ice… the deceptive exterior was a clinical detachment which belied a mental strength and unparalleled business acumen. A man of decision, with the ability to make a snap judgement, involving life and death, while calmly sipping a lemon iced tea.
Beneath the frosty exterior, was a fiery adversary, whose emotions were kept under tight control by the polished veneer of professionalism.
He was the consummate professional. A smooth study in efficiency and respectability. It gleamed and shone, manifested itself in various ways, including the dress code, smart casual lightweight linen pants with matching jacket thrown over his arm, nonchalant and disarming. Like nothing bothered him.
Somebody who exuded that aura of knowing something that others were unaware of. Somebody who knew what he was doing. Knew where he was going to. Knew exactly how to get there. Always sure of himself. Always unruffled. You did not have to like the man. But you could not ignore his presence.
It was also in his modus operandi. The well-oiled machinery of his business empire was a study in business strategy and takeovers. Business Management 101.
His corporate tentacles stretched far and wide, a living, breathing, moving entity… lurking… preying on unsuspecting victims… pouncing when the moment was right. Over the years they had ensnared smaller businesses and firms. The power was felt along the corporate corridors. Very few were out of his reach.
Razor sharp and cold as ice… that was the word on the street…
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