the
silence , “So … what’s it say?”
I start to read main bits of information to Alek, “ U mm… wow, he’s the CEO and owner of Monroe Enterprises where I work –
so he’s like my boss’s boss or something. His dad started the company and died
about a year ago, doesn’t give much detail on
that other than Carter taking over. He’s single and apparently a highly known bachelor around New
York.”
“I’ve never heard of him” Alek interrupts me , and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him as I keep talking,
“He’s always with a different woman at every event he’s
spotted at.”
I don’t know why my voice came out a little whiney
when I said that. What’s with me? Alek swivels around
in his chair to fully face me and just stares, then grins widely like the answer is written across my face.
“What?” I ask and look back at the computer screen,
clicking through a few photos. There’s a few of him from charity events looking
ridiculously stunning in a tux, arm wrapped around a beautiful women in a tight
fitting black dress. He looks slightly
bored while she looks up at him greedily .
“Why the interest in Monroe?”
“He was just overly friendly in that
I’ve-got-lots-of-money and I-can-get-into-any-girls-panties kind of way” I say and shrug , trying to sound unfazed by the tiny tid-bits of
information we’re finding out about Carter.
“Oh really? What… was he throwing dollar bills at you?”
Alek asks and starts laughing loudly as I smack his arm. He thinks he’s a lot funnier than he actually is
which is kind of adorable.
“No, you could just tell he was rich by his impressive
suit, probably cost more than our weekly wage.”
Alek just stares at me and raises an
eyebrow questioningly, “ Bunny ,
we don’t have a weekly wage and who cares
if he has money, it’s not like we’re lacking any. ”
“Oh you know what I mean. Anyway what else did you find?”
I ask motioning to his computer screen with my hand, trying to change the subject. I don’t particularly want to be
picturing Carter in his suit, because then I’ll start picturing him out of his suit and nothing on. Talk about brain over load, am I right?
“Umm..” he says , tapping his chin and scrolling through some
random information. “He’s
been pulled over a couple
times for speeding, had some small issues with lawyers in regards to his
father’s death but a part from that he’s clean. He grew up in New York with his dad and now he’s pretty much alone.”
“Wow that’s kind of depressing.”
“We all have depressing histories it seems” Alek says and looks back to my screen where the
photos are still up. “Seems like an alright
looking guy, is that why you’re so fascinated?”
“I’m not fascinated … I
just wanted to do a bit of research on some guy that hit on me in an elevator. Okay, I agree…a very good-looking guy” I amend and laugh a little.
“Just remember why you’re doing this Kayla , don’t get too distracted , okay? ” he warns me .
Chapter 2
Carter
This high rise building in the middle of New York
City, the put-together appearance I’m currently emanating with slicked back
hair and a stunning suit? None of this is me. For starters, I’m more
comfortable kicking back in a pair of chucks than these designer shoes, or my
hair a mess like I’ve just gotten out of bed – which it ends up looking like by
the end of the day anyway.
When my dad died I think I tried to become something
he’d be proud of, continuing in his footsteps and looking after this company. I
guess I hoped that having so much responsibility and so many people depending
on me it would keep my mind occupied. I tried the whole drowning my sorrows
with alcohol, until I was in a permanent state of hung-over. I slept with countless women looking for one
to appreciate me for who I am and take my mind off of everything, but in
R.D. Reynolds, Bryan Alvarez