His Concentration

Xander strode through the office, his presence effortlessly commanding attention as employees exchanged hushed whispers. He had affairs to settle, strategies to execute; this tower was now his playing field. Moving past the bustling corridors lined with rented office spaces, he navigated through the crowd of tenants and visitors.

With his sharp gaze and alpha-like stride, he stepped onto the escalator, unfazed by the frequent brushes against guests and tenants alike. Some were merely passing through, others; particularly the single women; lingered in stolen glances, their curiosity piqued by his imposing aura.

If Valeria caught wind of this, he had no doubt a disciplinary talk would be waiting. But for now, Xander carried on, unfazed, his mind set on the bigger game ahead.

Xander entered his private office, the panoramic view of the city stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. His mind was already calculating, breaking down the structure of the tower’s income streams. If he wanted to triple the revenue, he needed an aggressive yet elegant strategy; one that forced compliance while appearing mutually beneficial.

First, he analyzed the current tenant contracts. Many were outdated, locked into rates that no longer reflected the tower’s prime status. Solution? He would restructure lease agreements, implementing dynamic pricing models that fluctuated based on demand. Premium floors, high-traffic zones, and tech-enabled office spaces would see increased rates.

Second, he identified underutilized areas. Storage rooms, unoccupied meeting halls, and even recreational lounges; Xander saw them as untapped goldmines. These spaces would be repurposed into high-end co-working hubs, exclusive executive lounges, and premium short-term rental offices for elite clients.

Third, he played on scarcity and exclusivity. “Limited Prestige Suites” would be introduced; top-tier offices with personalized concierge services, advanced security, and networking privileges. He would plant the idea that only visionary companies could afford them, creating an illusion of prestige that drove demand through the roof.

To enforce compliance, he had Valeria’s department revise contracts, subtly inserting escalation clauses that allowed periodic rent adjustments. At the same time, he arranged an event; The Zenith Summit; an exclusive business networking gala where only tenants who upgraded their leases would receive an invitation. No one wanted to be left out of the circle of power.

Within weeks, the changes began taking effect. Resistance was inevitable, but Xander had accounted for that too. He had personally studied the psychological profiles of key decision-makers among the tenants. Some could be intimidated, others manipulated, and a select few would be convinced through the promise of greater profitability.

By the time Valeria caught on to the scale of his plan, it would be too late for her to stop him. The tower’s revenue would have tripled, and Xander would be the one holding the reins.

Xander moved through the building with a quiet confidence, his steps calculated, his presence commanding. He didn't just walk; he owned the space around him. Every glance, every brief exchange with an employee or a passing executive was a move in his larger game. He knew how to control a conversation, how to make someone feel important while subtly guiding them toward his desired outcome.

When he spoke to a potential investor, his words were smooth yet firm, carrying just the right amount of authority to demand attention. He didn’t waste breath on unnecessary pleasantries; his tone was direct, his arguments sharp. He laid out statistics, projected profits, and painted a vision of success so vividly that resistance crumbled before it could form.

With tenants, he was different. He adapted his demeanor to fit each individual. Some responded best to charm, so he offered a charismatic smirk, leaning just enough into their space to create an unspoken connection. Others needed assurance, so he softened his tone, layered his words with calculated empathy, making them believe he understood their struggles better than they did themselves.

In negotiations, he shifted like a predator circling prey, adjusting to every shift in the conversation. If someone hesitated, he filled the silence with numbers that made them second-guess their doubts. If they pushed back, he countered with an undeniable logic wrapped in a voice so steady it left no room for argument. And if persuasion wasn’t enough, he let the weight of his reputation speak for itself, his sheer confidence enough to make people fall in line.

By the time he finished, agreements were signed, profits were set to triple, and every tenant in the building felt like they had won; when in reality, the only true victor was Xander himself.

During lunch, Xander didn’t waste time idly sitting in the executive dining area. Instead, he took the opportunity to observe and interact. He entered the exclusive restaurant on the upper floor of the tower, where high-profile tenants often gathered. The atmosphere buzzed with business discussions, quiet negotiations, and subtle power plays between corporate elites.

As he walked in, his presence naturally commanded attention. He wasn’t just another CEO passing through—he was the man reshaping the future of this tower. His tailored suit, sharp gaze, and effortless confidence made heads turn, especially among ambitious executives and curious onlookers.

Instead of sitting alone, Xander strategically chose a table close to a few influential tenants. As he settled in, his keen eyes analyzed their discussions, their body language, and even the unspoken tensions in their conversations. Then, with precise timing, he initiated casual small talk, seamlessly weaving into their topics of interest.

"You've been expanding aggressively," he remarked to the head of a tech startup renting space in the building. "I imagine your team’s been feeling the strain; outgrowing the office already?"

The man chuckled, shaking his head. "That obvious, huh? We’ve been debating whether to relocate."

Xander leaned in slightly, offering a knowing smile. "Relocating is a hassle. But what if I told you there’s a better option?"

He let the words hang for a moment, allowing curiosity to pull them in. Then, with effortless persuasion, he outlined how staying in the tower under his new management would be more beneficial; offering tailored expansion plans, adjusted leasing terms, and access to shared resources that would make their operations smoother.

By the time lunch was over, Xander had planted the seeds of multiple deals. The way he maneuvered conversations, read intentions, and adjusted his pitch to each individual made his proposals nearly irresistible.

When he finally leaned back in his chair, sipping the last of his coffee, he knew; this was just the beginning of the game he was playing. And he was winning.

Xander leaned back in his seat, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he swirled the coffee in his cup. The rooftop restaurant buzzed with quiet conversations, a mix of executives and employees enjoying their break. He wasn’t just here for the food—this was an opportunity.

His eyes flicked to a table nearby, where three major tenants of the tower were engaged in a discussion over documents. Perfect. Casually, he picked up his plate and approached them, the movement effortless, as if he belonged everywhere.

“Gentlemen,” he greeted smoothly, his deep voice cutting through their conversation just enough to demand attention without seeming intrusive. “Mind if I join you?”

The men exchanged glances before one of them, a senior partner of a growing law firm, gestured to an empty seat. Xander sat down, his posture relaxed, but his presence unmistakably commanding.

“I hear your firm’s been looking to expand,” he began, slicing into his steak with practiced ease. “And I can’t help but notice that a few floors above yours are still available. The market’s tough, competition is tighter, but let’s be honest; location and flexibility decide the real winners.”

One of them chuckled, setting down his fork. “And I assume you’re here to tell us why this tower is the best place to expand?”

Xander took a sip of his drink, his gaze steady. “Not just that. I’m here to offer a solution before the problem even arises. More space, tailored contracts, and a strategic positioning that puts you in proximity with the right clients. In six months, you’ll thank me.”

He let the statement linger, letting them absorb his words as he resumed his meal. He didn’t need to push; he had already planted the seed. Now, he just had to watch it grow.

Xander sat at the executive lounge, his lunch untouched, laptop open, fingers gliding over the keyboard with seamless efficiency. He was reviewing lease agreements, structuring new policies, and analyzing revenue reports—all without breaking a sweat. The staff around him, from waiters to junior executives, stole glances, impressed by how effortlessly he navigated through complex strategies while casually sipping his black coffee.

Then came Valeria.

She strode in, her presence sharp as ever, eyes immediately locking onto him. “You’re really doing this?” Her voice held a mix of disbelief and irritation. She placed a manicured hand on his laptop, shutting it with a decisive snap.

Xander exhaled, finally looking up. “Doing what?”

“You’re eating, but you’re not actually eating,” she said, motioning toward his untouched plate. “You’re supposed to take a break, not run a corporate empire between bites.”

His lips curved in an almost imperceptible smirk. “I function better this way.”

Valeria leaned closer, lowering her voice so only he could hear. “I don’t spare my executives, Xander. That includes you. Workaholism isn’t sexy.”

He leaned back, drumming his fingers against the table. “That’s subjective.”

Valeria narrowed her eyes before grabbing his fork and stabbing into his meal. She held it up in front of him. “Eat.”

Xander raised a brow but obliged, taking a bite without argument. She watched him for a second longer before finally sitting across from him, sipping her own drink.

Satisfied, she tilted her head. “Good. Now, tell me what’s going on with the tenant strategy.”

Xander chewed slowly, swallowed, and then; with his usual, unshaken composure; began explaining how he was tripling their revenue without so much as breaking a sweat.

Xander leaned back in his chair, his lunch barely touched as he scrolled through his tablet, reviewing the final details for the Zenith Summit. His posture was relaxed, yet his mind was methodically ticking through every angle of the event. The summit was his brainchild—a high-profile gathering of elite business minds and investors, meant to elevate the tower’s reputation and triple its leasing demand. It was a strategic move, flawlessly planned, yet he had yet to deliver this news to Valeria.

And then, as if the universe had impeccable timing, Valeria appeared.

Her sharp eyes scanned the scene: Xander, utterly unfazed, working even as he ate, a testament to his seamless efficiency. It should’ve been impressive—his ability to handle stress without showing a hint of it—but for Valeria, it was infuriating.

"You really have no sense of survival, do you?" she remarked, her arms crossed as she stopped at his table.

Xander smirked, setting his tablet aside. "I call it optimization. Work without feeling pressured—efficiency at its best."

Valeria scoffed. "And what exactly are you optimizing this time?"

His smirk deepened. "Zenith Summit. I arranged it to attract high-tier investors, which will elevate the tower’s value and, in turn, justify increasing rental prices. It’s a long-term play."

Silence.

Valeria’s brows twitched, her eyes narrowing dangerously. That was not what she wanted to hear.

"You’re telling me," she said slowly, her voice laced with restrained irritation, "that you planned an event of that scale; without informing me?"

Xander, to his credit, recognized the shift in the atmosphere but still held his ground. "I was going to tell you. Just… after lunch."

Valeria inhaled sharply, her patience clearly reaching its limit. "And you thought that was a good idea?"

For the first time in a long while, Xander felt the weight of an impending storm, one that even his most well-calculated strategies wouldn’t save him from.

Xander sat at his desk, his fingers gliding over the surface of his tablet as he reviewed the latest financial reports. His mind was razor-sharp, completely attuned to the strategies he had set in motion. Valeria had made her discontent clear regarding the Zenith Summit, but that didn’t change his priorities. His focus was not on appeasing her: it was on executing his plans flawlessly.

The Zenith Summit was a massive endeavor, an event designed to showcase innovation, networking opportunities, and market expansions. He had structured it meticulously, ensuring that every participant, sponsor, and keynote speaker contributed to an overarching financial goal: tripling the tower’s income by leveraging high-value tenants and forging elite partnerships. The mechanics were complex, but Xander had calculated every angle.

His strategy hinged on three pillars: exclusivity, high-yield partnerships, and long-term contractual benefits. By transforming the tower’s image into an exclusive business haven, he attracted top-tier firms willing to pay premium rates. Simultaneously, he brokered deals with major corporations that aligned with the tenants’ interests, making it mutually beneficial to operate within his domain. Lastly, he introduced progressive contract structures that ensured revenue growth through incremental adjustments, ensuring sustained profitability without causing friction.

While Valeria might have been furious over his handling of the event, Xander was not swayed. He remained composed, unfazed by the storm around him.

The moment Valeria stormed into his office, her presence alone was enough to silence the room.

“You didn’t think to run this by me?” Her voice was sharp, demanding control.

Xander leaned back in his chair, lifting his gaze to meet hers. “I did. You just weren’t listening.”

Her lips parted, but he continued before she could retaliate. “This isn’t about approval; it’s about results. The numbers will speak for themselves. The tenants will see a higher return on their investments, and the tower will gain a reputation that secures its position at the top of the market.”

She exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. “You really think you can pull this off?”

“I don’t think,” Xander corrected smoothly. “I know.”

Valeria’s frustration was evident, but she couldn’t deny that Xander had yet to fail. He wasn’t just another executive; he was the force that made things happen, the strategist who turned impossible numbers into tangible success. And at this moment, regardless of how she felt, she knew one thing: Xander was relentless, and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

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