White Roses

  The Cast

Skylar King: Claire Holt;~ Damon Grey: Aaron Johnson; ~ Mrs. Elliot: Meryl Streep; ~ Olivia: Juno Temple

White Roses

        It was a warm summer night when I met Damon Grey. I was at a formal party for work, on the behalf of my colleague, Olivia, who had come up with flu. Her stylist had dressed me in a slim fitting pink dress that went down to my mid-thigh, and a pair of black closed-toed stilettos that gave me an extra four inches. The jewelry was also black, and I will admit, it clashed well against the dulled pink color of the dress. She had also taken it upon herself to do my eye make up, which was black too. Apparently black was the new black. In my hand was a glass full of champagne, which was a little bitter but otherwise satisfying.

        He had been standing on the other side of the room nearly half the night, and on a few occasions we held eye contact. It was always brief, and interrupted by someone of some importance approaching one of the two of us. I never really paid attention to whom I was talking with, though I knew I should've probably at least bothered to remember their names. But, my mind kept flickering back to the mysterious man who was throwing me an inviting smile every now and then. It's not like he didn't give me several opportunities to approach him, because he did. But, the thing was, I wanted him to approach me. You could say I'm old fashioned like that.

        About two hours in he finally got the hint, and worked his way over to me. I had just finished speaking to someone about the many new designs my department was planning on putting out that season, such as new handbags and bright skirts, and when I turned to glance at the spot he had been residing in for the last few hours, he was gone. With a quick glance around I realized he too was wrapping up a conversation with a few nicely dressed strangers, just behind me.

        He wasted no time walking up to me as soon as he was dismissed, and a coy smile rested on his lips. It wasn't until he introduced himself that I realized who I had been throwing flirtatious smiles at all night. "I'm Damon Grey," he had said as he put out his hand for me to shake. I took it immediately.

        You see, Damon owned the company I had been working at during this time, he had inherited it from his recently deceased father. In case it wasn't obvious, he was kind of the biggest deal ever. After having the company for only four months he drastically increased our averaged amount of customers, and gave half of the employees raises. Damon Grey was a financial genius, to say the least. 

        After I shook his hand, we had stared at each other for a moment, and the situation grew more awkward with every passing second. Finally he said, "And you are?"

        "Oh!" I said, my cheeks tinting crimson. I had been so caught up in my own thoughts about the man I had just met, that mentioning who I was completely slipped my mind. "I'm one Mrs. Elliot's secretaries. She had been too preoccupied with personal things to attend tonight, but I will be more than happy to answer any questi-" I began my opening speech, which had been recited who-knows-how-many times that night.

        "That's not what I meant," He cut me off before I got to finish, but I don't think I minded much. And if I did, I don't remember minding. "Let me try that again. Hello, my name is Damon Grey, and your's is?"

        Again, I felt a blush on my cheeks. Usually people at these things only care about who you are to the company, not who you are as a person. "Skylar King." I replied.

        His head tilted to the side, and the coy smile had still rested on his pink lips. "Skylar," He repeated, and I remember liking the way he said it. "So, you work for Mrs. Elliot? Isn't her office on floor three?"