Don't try to Escape

Chapter 3 - Part III & IV

III

Thomas drives the car carefully due to the heavy rain falling in the city.

The windshield wipers can't barely make any difference considering the water falling in this typical March rainstorm. Silence takes over between us and I wonder if I'm supposed to say something or remain silent to avoid his comments about that night at the club. I don't want to be that close to him. Our relationship needs to be professional, and that depends on me, only on me.
He is so focused on the traffic and this seems so sexy that I'm seriously taking the possibility to get some psychological treatment.

"Tell me about the campaign," he says with his strong voice.

"What?"

"Your campaign. That one you're working on, tell about it," he asks.

It looks like he's asking for a coffee with no sugar to his secretary. Does he think he can boss me around? That sounds funny, he has no idea that nobody can do that to me. I look at his face, and his eyes seem to have fun.

"What?" he asks when he notices my skepticism. "I need to know about the campaign. Or do you prefer me to guess? I have a perfect method to make you speak," he says turning his eyes on me.

His last words sound like promises, and I hold the seatbelt.

Why does he insist on teasing me?

"They're gym chain with the most modern gym equipment of the market. The monthly dues are too pricey, and they're having trouble to explain their target audience the reason why for such a price."

"And why are they do they charge so much?"

"The equipment and the maintenance are pricey but very efficient. The problem is that people think that all gyms are the same and that they offer the same services. I thought of a campaign entirely focused on the technology they offer."

I explain that this was a Showroom partners request and I remind of Abil Farhad, one of the owners. I didn't get along with him, and I remember that I can't avoid his e-mails forever.

"I seem good," he praises me. "Why did you drop college?"

The discomfited expression on my face chances to tense, and I check if the possibility of jumping out of the window is an option.

"I don't like to talk about this," I turn my eyes to the window.

"Alan told me about some a tragedy, but he didn't give any further details. Was it an accident?"

Accident?

People are so curious about it, and the more I try to hide, the more they want to know. I need to change the topic of this conversation.

"Why did you follow me up to the bar at The Year?"

I let out the question that has been torturing me for two days, and I regret it right in the minute I hear those words coming out of my mouth. You could have talked about the weather, you dumb ass! Now there's no way out. Thomas frowns and I conclude that this is his surprised expression. It's so him. A red car cut us off, making Thomas brake the vehicle suddenly and honk resigned.