Just when I was in the middle of watching Harry kill the Basilik, the doorbell rang. Grudgingly I turned the TV off, and walked to the door. Opening the door, I found someone quite unexpected.

In my doorway stood Kirt Fane holding a large bouquet of roses. Wearing a pine green button down that he had rolled up, black pants, and shoes so well polished you could see your reflection in them. He gave me a gleaming smile that would bring dentists to tears.

My mind blanked out. What was KIRT flipping FANE doing at my apartment? I thought back to Mr. Fane from the meeting, no smile, all business. This seemed like a totally different person.

"He-hello," I said. Not really sure what else to say.

"Your Katie, right?" he said handing me the bouquet. Finding it rude not to, I took the flowers.

"Katherine," I corrected. It was also probably a bad idea to correct your newest and most valuable business partner. Mr. Fane just chuckled though.

"Right, of course," he said, "Shall we get going?"

"Going? Going where?" I asked.

"Dinner. This was the date we agreed upon, right?" What was he talking about? The meeting? Do you always go out to dinner after a meeting?

I looked down at myself, I looked like I just got out of bed. My hair was a mess, my outfit a wreck, no make up, no jewelry. I looked back at Mr. Fane. His hair was perfectly combed, and his sleeves rolled so neatly it looked as though he paid someone to do it. Which he might have considering the money he makes.

"I, uh, need to change," I said, lamely.

"Oh," he responded, seeming to only notice my shabby appearance now.

"I could come back in an hour if you'd like, I'd hate to have to reschedule."

"An hour would be great, sorry."

"No problem, I was kinda early anyway." I somewhat slammed the door into his face sinking to the floor. So much for a Harry Potter marathon.

I walked over to my closet. What would be appropriate for dinner with one of the world's richest men. A shower would be a good start. Putting the roses into a vase I walked into the bathroom.

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