Silas Hale, the youngest billionaire and CEO of Hale Inc., has transformed his bleak childhood memories into a global empire of innovative, welcoming hotels. Known for his ruthless perfectionism, Silas's life changes when he hires Vivienne Onaïs as...
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I needed tape. Very strong tape.
I thought I was going to at least try to be a respectable man and actually remember her name, however the manner in which she just kept on rambling on and on about herself instead of having a date with me was honestly baffling. As a reflex I discarded her name as it was nothing important to me. It could have been if she said something useful, with substance. I hadn't had many dates in my life but I knew this wasn't one.
Instead of listening, I stared at the food that was rapidly getting cold on her plate. Which she hadn't touched. Free food nevertheless. Ridiculous.
"Can you stop looking there please?" Her high-pitched voice finally acknowledged me. My eyebrows raised at her question. Now what was she even talking about?
Conscious of my line of vision, I realised she thought I was looking at her breasts which were very much on display now that I noticed.
Oh brother.
My fist leaned against my cheek as I propped my elbow on the table. I was getting bored and tired. I was checking the clock every five minutes.
"I was actually on the contrary eyeing your food. You haven't taken a bite since this date has started. Not to your tastes?"
I was stalling. There was a minute or so left.
She cackled as if there was something funny and in her mouth I saw her lipstick-stained teeth. With much effort, I stopped myself from cringing. This was disturbing. She wasn't terrifyingly ugly but nothing was appealing to me. The more I looked at her, the more I felt like leaving. Her blonde hair looked dead and frankly very fried and she had too much blush on or whatever that red-pink thing was across her cheeks and nose. I nearly felt bad that she was going to be on national tv for everyone to see.
Why was I even on a date with a blonde? They were not even what I was generally attracted to.
Right, I never even told them my type. This will be a tiresome show.
At a time like this, I wondered what Vivienne was up to given as she was normally with me. I hadn't given her any breakfast today so she was probably starving. While I was happy I was not constantly hearing her stomach, I think I was suffering more.
"I am actually vegan, so I do not eat this."
Christ, how much longer?
"So why didn't you say so?" Is she stupid?
That nearly slipped out. I knew Vivienne said I could be myself but if this woman heard my thoughts I think she would cry. If there is one thing I should not do on this show is make a woman cry. The media will shun me for sure this time. I was already withholding the urge to look at the camera in my face and show my obvious annoyance.
