BATEMAN'S BRUNETTE || 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧 ↲ original.

01. night

My name is Sara Mays. it's only been one week since i moved to new york city, and my job is more overwhelming than just taking orders. up until this week though, i was more poor and more quiet than i am today. but that's not the biggest change. my boss is patrick bateman. probably the richest guy i know. and i work for him, which is really new. But of course he's rich, he lives in New York and is unconventionally attractive.
I know it's kind of wrong because I'm pretty sure he has a fiancé but I notice he doesn't seem very interested in her. He's a smart and hot guy, both attributes are what helps him get anything he wants.

I was his one and only assistant though, and definitely not the only one who was in love with him. Though I was almost certain I had no chance with him, I couldn't help but want to think I did. Anyway, as his assistant I'm responsible for being his personal nurse, not really any SERIOUS medical tasks (I never graduated or applied for medical school so I couldn't do anything fancier than apply a cast and call the real hospital.) I also took care of organizing files, reminding him of his tasks for the day, called him  and spent most my work day with him. That was my job, of course.

It's probably the only job I don't mind, actually. Patrick walks into the room, a cigarette to his mouth. « Oh, sorry Mays. Didn't know you were in here. Do you mind? » He said calmly, pulling a lighter from his back pocket. I of course, wasn't going to say no for several reasons. « No, go ahead. » I reply, placing my hands on my knees. I make eye contact with him as he takes a seat on his office couch. He raises a cigarette, offering one. I shake my head politely and he leans back as he inhales the toxic air of that life-sucking stick, otherwise known as a cigarette. I know I sound like a huge nerd, but my uncle smokes a ton and I hate everything about it, it's driving him to bad health but he won't quit. Good thing I moved from my home town to here, at least. Even though I'm still met with that gray thick smoke in New York.

« Sara. »He calls my name, lowering his head to glance at me. He rarely blinked when we looked each other in the eyes. Gosh, something about him. I thought.
« Hm? » I glare up from the floor, which I only now realized I was looking at for the past 45 seconds. « If you could go to any restaurant, no matter the price, which? » He asks. « Um, » I start thinking. « I can get us anywhere. You name it. » He gave me a sly smirk. I could feel my heartbeat shake my whole body, even though this probably wasn't a big deal. « Are you suggesting dinner? » I inquire. « Yes, I am. » He replies. « I've only been to Dorsia once. » I suggest. « Once in the week you've been here? Not bad doll. » Doll? Oh my goodness he knows how to flatter me and I hate but love it.

 
« Yeah, Dorsia. » I nodded. Dorsia was one of my favourite restaurants, and I knew he liked Dorsia as well.
« Perfect. » He smiles.
« When? » I ask. Shoot, I said that out loud.
« Anxious? » He asks. That's embarrassing,
« Just thinking out loud. » I say casually. I've gotten used to staying calm when I mess up or anything. It's kind of strange but most girls (including myself) get nervous talking to Bateman. It's just me that decided not to show it. I hoped he couldn't see through it, but I am actually think I was pretty clean with it by now.
« Friday? » He offers, putting away his box of cigars and the lighter. He walks over the vase of pretty hydrangeas and dips the hot cigarette into its water to extinguish the smoke.
« Perfect. » I say. He gives me a 'satisfied' grin when he walks out the room to handle his other stuff. It's only Monday, so I had a not really long but feels long type of wait till Friday. I hope I wouldn't be this desperate.
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11:07 PM, Monday Night

Oh yeah, I think I forgot to mention. I'm not actually weak. I'm not actually clueless, or some head-over-heels girl who will bow to Patrick's knees. I'm a lot more intelligent than the girl you may think I am. Of course, I was attracted to Bateman, but not in the way you would think. His fiancé was almost always high on something when the two were together or on dates, and I think he wants to go out to Dorsia with me for conversation with someone who's not out of it, like Evelyn. She wasn't really ugly, but she wasn't me. I'm not cocky, but I know my worth.

Whether or not Patrick Bateman knows, it takes two to tango and I can be just as manipulative as he can be. I knew he was. I'm not sure if it was just me who knew this, but I was absolutely certain he knew what he was doing. Bateman's a smart guy.