Intertwined //l.p

Maxamillion

The women tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and clutched the paperwork tighter to her chest. She was rushing back to her desk so she could finish filing the rest of the paperwork and get back to her daughter. She was ready for bedtime stories and a shower.

Sighing, she smiled at the thought as she sat down, glancing at the email notification on the computer in front of her. She didn't check it right away though. There were other matters to attend to, besides it was probably just junk mail.

~Rose~

"Ms. Monroe." I jumped at the sound of the voice. Max's voice. He was leaning on the counter and I stood up immediately, brushing my hair back.

"Oh Sir!" I squeaked. I actually squeaked. I didn't know I was capable of squeaking. "I didn't notice you I am so sorry what can I do for you?" I asked him. He smiled coolly.

"Did you get my email?" I glanced at the notification and blushed.

"Oh, yes Sir but I haven't checked it yet I'm sorry. I was filing paperwork and thinking about.."

"It's alright." He said, cutting me off. I nodded, my cheeks pink. "It was an invitation for you to be my plus one at tomorrow's Midnight Gala." The Midnight Gala? I'd heard about it through the other people in the office during breaks. It's all they've been able to talk about for a month now.

The Midnight Gala was a prestigious party put on by the city's most elite, meaning the rich and esteemed. The food I heard, was all imported and they even have a live orchestra, or so I'm told. It was a invite only party which means if you weren't rich or well known, you wouldn't receive an invitation so I never thought about it. But here was Maxamillion George offering me a chance to go to a party of the lifetime and I couldn't accept.

"Oh, why sir I couldn't possibly accept." I replied meekly.

"Of course you can." He said enthusiastically.

"Oh n-no." I stammered out. "I couldn't go because I won't have a dress and.. And even if I did buy one it couldn't possibly.."

"Don't worry about it." Max interrupted again. I paused.

"Don't worry about it, sir?" I repeated.

"I'll buy you a dress and accessories to match." He answered.

"Oh no I couldn't ask you to do that for me."

"You don't have to. I'll have Jolene pick you up something nice. What size are you? A 6?" He asked.

"Closer to an 8.." I murmured as he pulled out his phone. "Oh but Max I could never.." I began, slipping up by using his first name.

"It's okay Rose." He said with a wide grin. "Just make sure you get a sitter to watch that lovely daughter of yours. Okay?" Then, he walked away, putting his cellphone to his ear before I could argue with him again. I stood there in stunned silence for a minute or so before sitting down and thinking out my situation.

He had asked me to the Midnight Gala, why was I even an option? Why didn't he ask Carter or Blake? They are much prettier than I am. I bet they're a size 6. My heart lept to my throat. He was buying me a dress and accessories! Where was he getting them? Could I afford to pay him back? My head was reeling. I had to talk to him about this.

As I stood up, the fanciful part of my brain was screaming at me to sit back down. Just have this, take this opportunity. You don't have to pay everyone back. But the logical part of my brain, was screaming at me that I had to. I had to pay him back. Him and everyone else who tried to show me kindness. I still had to pay Liam for those hospital bills. I felt sick.