Gentleman's Agreement

Collision

The angry sex I had the other night with Mr. Hale didn't excuse the fact of his moral compass was broken. I hadn't interacted with Mr. Hale since the ordeal. A strict go to work and come home agenda was in affect since clearly men were more of an issue to him than trying to fall in love with me. Maybe I underestimated his ability to actually care. Our sexual connection was stronger than our emotional or mental connection. The thought of him asking me to be his again— officially, kept playing over in my mind.

Another event approached before I was able to even enjoy the first event. I chose to dress moderately this time even though I knew that prying eyes would still happen to gaze upon my existence. Mr. Hale would just have to swallow his pride, jealousy, and monotonousness to see the bigger picture. This was business.

The navy colored dress still hugged that of my curves, breasts, and bottom still not revealing as much skin. I still felt this dress was in much moderation than the last. My hair was up in a tight, but messy looking bun with two strands hanging up from the sides of my face. If I wanted to be respected as a woman I had to start acting like a woman.

Mr. Vasquez volunteered to escort me to tonight's event which I was obliged to accept. He had been a very kind man to me since I first started working for him. It's no wonder why he is well respected in his field of work. "I must say every time you come to an scheduled event you look magnificent," he praises me placing a kiss upon my cheek.

I flush slightly nodding at his compliment. "Why thank you, Mr. Vasquez." He's wearing grey suit accompanied with a burgundy tie that stands out. His face is just freshly trimmed as I smell the after shave once his face is near mine.

"Mr. Hale will be meeting us upon around rival," he states opening the door for me to step inside of the vehicle.

I roll my eyes disregarding the information. Mr. Hale wasn't my concern anymore. Tonight I would enjoy myself at the event. I even hoped that Dr. Brennan had been present for I could use the company of a male worth holding an actual conversation. I should have been worried about how it would affect Mr. Hale, but I don't think he cares how things affect me.

"I just want to enjoy tonight. Perhaps learn of the different sponsors we have funding our project," I admit to myself more than towards Mr. Vasquez.

"If something is—ever, bothering you Miss Donovan. I can have it fixed immediately," his facial expression is neutral and I feel the intimidation radiating off of his tone.

I don't know if I should speak of Mr. Hale or not because it would solve nothing. The thought crossed my mind for a minute. "Everything is fine." I reassure him smiling faintly. "Fine..." I utter low enough for only me to hear.