The Pact

This man was a master. He deftly sidesteps her attempts to stroke his ego or flatter him. He didn't need or want to hear it like the other men did. When talking of his work, he minimized. When discussing money he'd quickly move on. He didn't desire her approval or validation, and seemed to shun her attempts to provide it. As she began to become more and more enamored with this man, reality quickly set in. She wasn't a student. She was no young mind realizing her goals in an Ivey league university. She was a fucking waitress who had just escaped a broken home, and no real ambition currently other than her own survival. This wasn't the beginning of some whirlwind romance ending in happily ever after. No matter how enticing that sounds it's just not in the cards. It was too bad, too. What, was she gonna come clean? No. She was going to do what she came here to do. And she was gonna do it now, before the warm haze of the booze, the company and the conversation clouded her judgement