\u201cWhat\u2019s the other alternative?\u201d I found myself asking before he could leave fully.<\/p>\n
Taylor paused, but he didn\u2019t turn around to look at me, he spoke with his back facing me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake her out,\u201d Taylor suggested with a shrug. \u201cGo on a real date with her and figure out how you feel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Without another word, Taylor walked out of my office, leaving me staring at the empty space he once occupied. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath.<\/p>\n
Go on a date with her?<\/p>\n
Is that something I could actually do?<\/p>\n
Would she even want to go on a date with me?<\/p>\n
Before I could talk myself out of it, I pressed the intercom button for my<\/p>\n
receptionist on the bottom floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cVeronica, I need some date ideas. I expect a full report by the end of the day,\u201d I spoke into the intercom.<\/p>\n
After a moment of crackling silence, she finally replied.noveldrama<\/p>\n
\u201cRight away sir, but is there any particular reason why? Who are we planning this date for because that\u2019s important? Both parties have to enjoy the outing in order for it to be successful,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n
I sighed and I knew there was no getting out of this; I had to tell her a little bit more information.<\/p>\n
\u201cJudy Montague,\u201d I said into the intercom. \u201cFind out what she likes and plan out her perfect date. I want reservations and plans to be settled by the end of the day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen would you like this date to be?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cFriday.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s tomorrow,\u201d she reminded me. \u201cThat\u2019s very short notice for a date.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t ask for your opinion; I gave you enough information. Do as you\u2019re told,\u201d I ordered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Alpha,\u201d she replied softly.<\/p>\n
I ended the intercom conversation and turned back to my computer, trying to refocus my attention on my task at hand, yet failing miserably.<\/p>\n
By the end of the day, as the sun was setting, Veronica appeared in my office.<\/p>\n
She looked tired but she had a smile on her face as she held up the reports, I asked her for.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found out a ton of information<\/p>\n
from Judy\u2019s social media account.<\/p>\n
She really should lock her profile, so she doesn\u2019t have to face any creeps Veronica stated<\/p>\n
vel.not<\/p>\n
thoughtfully, making my jaw tense. \u201cBut I found out what I needed. I know her favorite restaurant which happens to be in the Silver Crescent pack. I already made a reservation for 5. I also found out that she loves theme parks, based on her vacation photos. We don\u2019t really have theme parks around here, but the fair is in town. So, I bought you both a ticket for the fair, which will take place after dinner. Tomorrow is Friday, so the fair is having a fireworks and light show display in the evening. There will also be music as well, which Judy seems to like based on her social media account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fair?\u201d I murmured, unable to hide my disgust. Fairs were loud and dirty, not something I\u2019d like to do on a first date. I\u2019ve only been to one fair as a kid, and it was the worst experience. I threw up on the rollercoaster due to motion sickness; not to mention they were overly crowded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, sir,\u201d she replied simply with a shrug. \u201cI know it\u2019s not really your thing, but if we are planning this date for Miss Montague, then I suggest the fair She seems to like stuff like this. Plus, it could be romantic, and you might have a good time.<\/p>\n
\u3089<\/p>\n
\u201cI never told you I was going on the date with her,\u201d I snapped as I snatched the<\/p>\n
reports off my desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cI apologize, Sir. I assumed-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may leave now,\u201d I say dismissively, waving her away. \u201cI have things to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood, waiting for her to leave first. Once she was out of sight, I packed up my things and quickly hurried out of the office.<\/p>\n
Judy was still in the Villa when I arrived. It was only 8 pm and I knew her session with Matt wouldn\u2019t take much longer.<\/p>\n
I paced outside the parlor doors, waiting for her to emerge, not wanting to sound desperate or in any way pathetic.<\/p>\n
I heard their talking dying down and Matt\u2019s typical yawn, indicating that he was exhausted. After a moment, Matt emerged from the parlor and frowned up at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, hi, Dad. I was just going to bed,\u201d he told me, heaping another large yawn. I rubbed his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet some rest, buddy. I\u2019ll see you in the morning,\u201d I assured him.<\/p>\n
He nodded, a pleased smile on his face as he headed towards the stairs. Judy was frowning at me as she leaned against the doorway, staring at me. \u201cEverything okay?\u201d She asked. \u201cYou seem on edge.,\u201d she pointed out.<\/p>\n
I nodded, suddenly feeling nervous but I quickly brushed the feeling away; I had<\/p>\n
to think of this as a business offer and not like I was asking someone on a date. \u201cTomorrow night, be ready at 5 pm. I\u2019m picking you up. We are going on a date.\u201d I didn\u2019t stick around for her answer, I turned and stormed away.<\/p>\n
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