Author's P. O. V
Xander emerged out of the bathroom, his towel wrapped around his waist, a comb in his right hand. He stood in front of his mirror, and stared at his features.
He put on his black Armani suit, "Mia, get my red tie, the one with the stripes. And yes bottom right drawer. Don't mess up anything else or else I'll fire..."
Realisation hit him, who would he fire? The woman he cruelly delt with the previous night, that woman who had started to grow on him too much.
He went over to his wardrobe and got the tie himself, he went back to the mirror to put it on. His reflection radiated power, poise and potential.
A beeping sound stole his attention from his reflection, he picked up his phone and saw the notification.
"MIA ARRIVES FOR WORK. IF SHE'S A MINUTE LATE FIRE HER!!!"
He spread his fingers across his forehead and deleted that notification. But that was futile as tomorrow morning it would repeat itself, and he'd have to delete it yet again.