Shay

five

"Harry Samuels." He introduced himself in a calm sounding voice.

He was ... outstanding. Actually, absolutely breathtaking. And so much more.

"And you are Shayleen Taylor, if I remember it right."

How did he know my name?

"My pleasure to meet you, Mr. Samuels."

"No, it's my pleasure. You can call me Harry."

I gave him a shy smile as I debated whether I should interview him right now or let a short smalltalk sink in.

"Miss Smith informed me about you," He said, taking a glass of champagne of the waiter's salver next to the both of us. "She told me you're new in this business"

"Actually," I interrupted him, "I am just a journalist."

"Somehow you're still taking part in America's economy, don't you think? Just imagine how much money is being wasted on magazines."

"Informative magazines," I added, defending our magazine. He now definitely lost all of my respect, if he had even earned some.

"Sure, Miss." With that, he nodded and broke our connection for the first time this evening as he gazed to this room which happened to be the main room of the university.

This definitely offered me the opportunity to take a closer, better look at him. He was tall, much taller than me to be exact. I could tell that he had rather light eyes. And also some curls that seem to slowly show off at the very ends as he ran his fingers through his hair that he seemed to often slick back.

He looked like the typical example of a businessman that used his position for both money and women. And I was not into Miss Smith's plan anymore, if I ever was. I couldn't remember to have ever said Yes. Apparently, though, just the wearing of this way too tight dress was enough confirmation for my boss to believe in me and think I would have agreed to this job.

Though he disgusted me already, in a lot of ways to mention, I was still debating deep in my head whether I should be doing this. Maybe, just maybe, there was not just an article but an interesting adventure hidden behind that body of his.

He looked back to me, slowly taking in my outfit for tonight as I adjusted the kind of fancy looking ring on my left hand. It really was not an easy life with evening gloves, was it? And, I guessed, it definitely wasn't with him.

I wondered if he had children, considering he was a little older than me.

"So why are you here tonight, Mr?" I asked, regretting the question right after.

I should've asked him this differently.

I should've asked him something else.

I better shouldn't have said anything. Dear, this would have been a much better job for Jenna. Speaking of her, where was she?

Harry, who seemed to cringe at me referring to him as Mr, took another sip of his now almost empty glass while forcing himself to show me a little smile.

"I am here to meet along with other business men of Chiacgo, planning to buy apartments of more than one floor belonging to a skyscraper in Chicago. Lovely city." He does real estate marketing?

Shay, you really should've done at least a little research...

"That's great. So.. you're not from here?"

"Me?" He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows as he emptied his drink, "No, but most of my business is finding its place here." Why was he so offended by my question?