My Lolita, Cassandra [RFK/Bobby Kennedy] (Alternate Universe)

Part Five

"One For The Money..."

Robert pulls up at an opulent apartment in the middle of Manhattan; it's located right across Central Park. The two of you enter the building in style, walking into an elevator full of people wearing the same lavish attires. A red-haired woman in front of you wraps her hand around her date's arm, you proceed to do the same with Robert — in return, he gives you a look that is priceless; he's either into it or finds it amusing.

"Robert! Didn't think you could make it!" An older man dressed in a white tuxedo greets the two of you after you've been idling in the center of the room for some time. "I'm sorry, Mr. Milton, traffic was insane. You can ask her if you don't believe me," Robert says, he averts his gaze at you. "Well, well, who is this?" The man puffs onto his cigar before slowly letting the smoke escapes his lips. "I'm Carmen Haze. Pleased to meet you, sir!" The enthusiasm in your voice captures the man's fascination as he continues to stare at you. "Oh, the pleasure's all mine. I'm John Milton." He lends his right hand, switching the Cuban cigar into his left.

"She's my new secretary," Robert adds an alibi unexpectedly, he watches the two of you getting acquainted by shaking hands. "You swinging with secretaries? That's bold." John lets out a belly laugh with your dainty hand still inside his grip, his eyes peek at you to make sure you're not offended. "Well... I don't blame ya, Bob." The older lawyer brings your hand to his lips, he pecks on it lightly with his large brown eyes observing your reaction.

"My, my, are all lawyers gentlemen now? Back in my day, all of you were toxic." You quip with a clear motive of joking, John takes it with no hard feeling as a smile emerges on his spray-tanned face. "I'm sure those lawyers aren't from Milton, Chadwick, Waters and Kennedy," He remarks wittily. You notice a certain flair in him, but you're not quite sure what it is — it might be his eyes... they seem awfully familiar to you.

The stagnant air quickly rises when Robert remains muted. "Cass— Carmen, I'm gonna go get a drink." He tries to excuse himself, but you instantly grab onto his shoulder — not letting him get away so easily. "Bring me a glass of champagne, sir." The sly grin on your face makes Robert all shivery; he begins to wonder if it's such a good idea to bring you here. "Right away," He replies, lowering his gaze to your gripping hand. John watches the two of you in amusement, and as soon you drop your hand from Robert, he grabs onto your arm. "Carmen, listen..." The man mutters as he walks you to a quieter corner where a couch is placed against the wall.

"I'm curious, are you two a thing or just friends?" John pats the seat next to him, you timidly obey. "Oh, John, it's so complicated," You remark dismissively, rolling your eyes at the man. "What's so complicated? He's gonna be single soon enough." The middle-aged man lays a hand on his mouth as if to say oopsie! "Well, that's... that's up for him to decide." You land your eyes on Robert who's roaming around the penthouse, looking for you and John. "His marriage never stood a chance, anyway. It's time for Robert to move on." Just as John finishes his sentence, your date catches you in his sight.

"There you are, I thought you guys ditched, or something." Robert hands you a glass of champagne, hesitantly; he remembers what you said during the car ride regarding your serious problems with alcohol. "Merci!" You lock eyes with Robert, he observes you as your hand brings the glass to your lips. John ponders on a thought for a moment before muttering, "Well, I should go mingle with others." And makes his way into a thin crowd. Two women walk past John, they exchange smiles with him and head in your direction.

"There you are, Robert!" Your heart skips a beat when the redhead from the elevator starts talking to Robert. "Christabella, Jackie, how are you both? This is my date for tonight," The older man says, gesturing to you with confidence. "Hi, Carmen Haze." You rise from the couch to greet Robert's colleagues. "Wow, you're beautiful. Robert, you outdid yourself." A curly-haired woman remarks, she looks like a Christabella. "Oh, no, no. We're not a thing." Robert denies relentlessly, even putting his hands up to his chest in defense.