" Drop by the office on Monday to finalize the arrangements, my secretary is here to pick me "
" Alright Ma ", Michael responded.
Michael saw Rose, Rhea's secretary approach them, as they left together.
He noticed that the secretary gaze towards him was a bit unfriendly.
She was relatively new to him, when had he ever offended her ?
Drinking the last bit of coffee he left the park too.
" What an interview ", a true roller coaster of high tensions, he felt strangely exhausted.
By now it was close to 4pm, Michael calculated that before he drove back to his place in the South section, it would be evening.
It would be strenuous making dinner tonight, he was lazy to, but he didn't like eating out again today.
Michael brought his phone to check through his mails, messages and any other thing that popped up or news, when he saw a message.
" Hi sugar, can you come over, I miss you "
Staring at the message for a while, he ran his hands through his hair and thought.
....
Rhea sat in the car as Rose drove her home.
Her legs were bare, her heels cast aside, with the window down she enjoyed the cool evening breeze caressing her in silence.
At the front Rose watched her boss and friend, seemingly in thought. she let go of her usual carefulness and asked.
Her tone lacking the usual professional/formal, saying in casual/informal tone, " How was your day, how did it go "
Rhea understood the shift in Rose's tone, and the nervousness that could have led her to breaking her rule.
Back than when she employed Rose, she did not only just because she was a friend and trustworthy, but also because having spent time together she knew Rose had a good and meticulous work ethic and professionalism.
Though friends, and not that she had said it outright, Rhea had in time realized that Rose did her job well, not even blurring the lines between their friendship and work.
It looked like today was an exception.
Rose knew she had broken her rule, but she needed to.
She couldn't question her boss how the interview went, but she could question Rhea as a friend.
She wanted to ask, call it a bias she didn't trust that the Michael guy.
That man was like a predator, oh some of the things she saw back than, if she hadn't seen it herself.
It was so unrealistic, she wouldn't have believed if she hadn't seen it herself..
A man sleeping with so many women, so many more women wanting to sleep with the man, women setting plans, creating encounters, doing all kinds of things to sleep with it him.
It was just so much.
One would say he didn't actively pursue most of them, but he slept with some.
A manwhore that had his way and wore his pants when he was done.
That was Rose's impression of Michael.
Logically he wasn't doing anything wrong, but Rose felt it was wrong in so many areas.
It wasn't proper to live a life like that.
All day she had been nervous, hardly focusing on work.
It was like mother chick, seeing her most beautiful beloved chicken going somewhere with a chef.
Surely all that would be in the chef's mind would be to cook her, eat her, and leave the bones.
It wasn't the same in clear terms, as she wasn't Rhea's mother, but the analogy was befitting.
So immediately she saw Rhea's text she had rushed over immediately!
Imagine the added layer of anxiety when she saw the two of them together in a park!
Of course Rose trusted Rhea. she didn't, wouldn't doubt her Intelligence or discernment.
But she didn't trust that Michael man, so just to safe and know what was going on, she wanted to ask.
Rhea could feel the anxiety of her friends, and felt her worries were unfounded and not necessary.
But she also knew the worries were born out of care and genuine affection, so to quell her worries, she tried to give a brief summary of the " lunch ".
" I wanted to take him to lunch to try and read him and see how he would behave...
You do know the only issue we have with him is if he wouldn't be able to behave himself and would go about having random rampant female relations, affecting office work...
But I slept a bit in his car and we just ate some burritos and stayed in the park a while, then I called you...
He behaved appropriately, I know he's a " bad boy ", but he is professional, I already informed him to come over to the office on Monday to make arrangements for work "
At one point Rhea had brought out a bottle of wine and a glass cup and drank light at intervals as she was speaking.
Rose listened to everything Rhea said but still sighed in her heart.
Rhea truly didn't understand, Rose thought sighing again in her heart.
The man was a charmer, what use was it if he didn't pursue ladies but they pursued him either ways.
But he already been given the job, to be honest, in this regards Rose had to admit that it wasn't a wrong decision.
Back then she was biased wanted to dig flaws on the man's work, but everything, work ethics, office dynamics, results, it was all impeccable.
To the always logical Rose, to be truly honest, logically there was no reason to not employ the man.
At this point Rose felt the only thing she could do was to safeguard Rhea.
As for the rest, the other ladies in the HQ, she could only say a silent prayer for them.
Sorry all you ladies in Grey cooperation HQ, I hope you're not ensnared by that slut, but if you do I'm sorry.
The most ironic thing is some would still be glad and not sorry at all if anything at all happened.
What a strange confusing world, Rose felt.
But you Michael, don't you think of messing with my Rhea.
First, for now she would warn Rhea.
" Alright boss, but you should careful yourself of him "
Rhea understood what Rose meant and just smiled, he was truly a beautiful man.
Drinking from the glass cup, she licked off a bit of red wine from lips and said.
" Did you notice his eyes is similar to baby's eye"