Say Yes, Senator

“If we exclude your private life, I guess you can say I heard only good news.”

“My private life, huh?” Those busybodies from the press. I could imagine what kind of impression she had of me relying on those magazines. “I guess my reputation precedes me.”

“You could say that.” There was definitely a hint of disapproval on her face.

“Don’t believe everything you read,” I was quick to reassure her. “You know they like to create drama where there is none.”

“I guess the life of a public figure isn’t easy.”

“You can say that again. But hey, what do you think about leaving this place with me and going somewhere more private?”

She finished her cocktail in a few big swallows and stood up. “Look, it was nice talking to you, but I’m not interested.”

Now this was a first. Up until now, there was no girl who said “no” to me. I was so dumbstruck, that I couldn’t come up with anything to say.

“And thanks for the drink. I hope you enjoy your evening.” With a slight smile, she walked away, leaving me to gape after her.

She actually rejected me. I looked around me, feeling as if this was some kind of prank, but there was no hidden camera or anything. Annoyance spread through me, tampering with my good mood, and I downed the rest of my glass.

I returned to my friends, who were now busy with their “flavor of the night” girls, except Carter. I slumped down next to him.

“What was that about?” he asked, motioning with his head to the bar.

“You saw it?”

“Kind of. It was hard to see through the crowd. And I can’t believe it. She walked away from you? That’s rich. Merritt Dawson was rejected!” He chuckled. “Is she blind? Or does she have a boyfriend?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Who cares? It’s not like I’m crushed or anything. It’s her loss.”

“But was she hot? Like super hot?”

I didn’t answer anything. Yeah, she was hot, and even now I wanted to go after her and take that dress off her, but I certainly wasn’t that desperate. There were plenty of fish in the sea, so if not her, I would definitely find someone else.

3

Camilla

I started working as an intern at a new firm a few days ago and today, I was offered a lunch with a couple other staffers. I knew that it was a good networking opportunity, so I accepted the invitation, hoping that it would come up with some sort of job at the end. If I met the right people and managed to show them I was committed and well-educated, they would consider hiring me for sure.

I dressed myself in one of my finest suits and styled my hair into a bun that screamed “professional”, applying only a minimal amount of makeup.

The lunch was at one of most exclusive restaurants in the city, and my jaw almost dropped when I entered, taking in all the luxury. The place exuded wealth with its marble floors, golden chandeliers, and an impressive collection of paintings. I could never afford to have a lunch at this kind of place.

“Hey, you made it,” Angela, who was one of the interns, greeted me. I sat down next to her.

“Yeah. The traffic was terrible though. I barely got here on time.”

“Tell me about it. I got out of my place a lot earlier, but I arrived just a few minutes ago.”

We were seated at a large round table for ten in the middle of the room, and there were two unoccupied seats left—one of them right next to me.

“This place is fancy,” I remarked, observing the people around us. Everyone was wearing expensive suits, looking quite “important”, which made me wonder why our firm decided to reward us with a lunch at such an expensive place. “I think that like, one lunch here could lead me to bankruptcy.”

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I get you. My wallet is also so thin that I could never even set a foot into a place like this… Thank God for our generous boss.”

“Does he take interns for lunch a lot?”