JENLISA FF - A Glimpse of Us

Chapter 9 (M): Last Night

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All throughout their relationship, Jennie learned to adjust with Lisa's attitude. Learn to love her just as she is. Before they entered Harvard, Lisa told everything to Jennie. From every secret she has, the moment she falls for the brunette, and all her dreams include her.

But this time, it's different.

FLASHBACK BEFORE LAST NIGHT'S FIGHT. 3 days earlier.

"Are you okay?" Lisa asked, her boss Louis Saxton doesn't answer, he just nods to the envelope.

Lisa looked at it then back to his boss. "Open it." She opens the envelope and looks down at the check. $1,450,000. And she can barely contain her excitement.

Lisa works for Louis as an intern, she is still studying her final years at the university, but given her bright mind and smart ass mouth, Lisa began to create her own value as a permanent employee to one of the largest investment companies in Manhattan.

"Thank you."

And we get a good look at Lisa now, boyish features that display humility with a trace of mischievousness thrown in. She's definitely sexy, definitely cerebral and definitely winning.

"I'm proud of you, Lisa." her boss complimented.

Close on a ring. "Princess cut, platinum banded, five carat, completely colorless round center stone with a medium girdle and excellent polish."

Lisa inspects the ring then looks up to the fey salesman.

"Yeah, it's nice. But here's the thing." She looks around the store for a moment. "I want to see the "fuck you" room."

The salesman frowned at her, "The "fuck you" room?"

"Yes. The room where you sell me a fuck you ring for fuck you money." Lisa insisted.

The salesman is finally getting it. "Ah...The private client foyer. And with a big smile."

"What did I say?" Lisa clarifies.

Today, Lisa will propose to Jennie, like what she originally planned before they graduated at Cornell's. She knew Jennie waited for so long, but the reason why Lisa wasn't able to ask her is because she wanted a more stable asset to provide to Jennie. A practical mindset of a businesswoman.

An ultra exclusive club reserved for Wall Street money-men, Hollywood players, gangstas and supermodels. TI's "Whatever You Like" blares. The dance floor is packed with New York's privileged draped in Prada and dripped in sweat.

Lisa heads a table of five men who are all in suits. They are all in various areas of finance, a Hedge fund Portfolio Manager, a Derivatives trader, a Private equity CFO and a Quant Analyst. The quant stares at a High Class Call Girl working the room across the way. He then turns back to the guys with.

"Can I ask you something, Robby?" Robby nods. "What's your number?" Lisa asked.

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean. The amount of money you would need to fuck it all and walk away, if you wanted to."

"Do you want to walk away?" Robby asked.

Lisa shakes her head. "I want to settle down." She pulled out the expensive box she bought earlier. "I'm planning to start a family. It's just so consuming, so many marriages get fucked up because of wall street. I've thought about it. What I would need to do to raise a family, live a good life, be secure."