Brenda's eyes were still heavy with tears to notice Harper. Dressed in a high-end bespoke suit; it was obvious to anyone that he did not belong there.All she wanted was to get drunk and forget everything that happened in the last hour. The bartender poured her a shot of vodka and Brenda muttered her thanks. One bottle went to two, then three till the memories began to fade.Harper sat at the other end of the bar keenly observing and admiring her. He couldn't tell what it was that got him so infatuated with Brenda. It wasn't just her auburn curls or cinnamon skin that added to her glow, despite being drunk. There was something deeper than her ethereal beauty that captivated him.He could read her like an open book and knew she was here for the same reasons he was.This was not just a girl drinking for fun; she was trying to forget something, just like him. The question on his mind was "What?"After watching her take her fourth shot, he stood up and strolled towards her, his faint foot

Harper sat behind the desk, wearing a grey tux that fit snugly to his bodyHe was going over her files when she walked in,"You…You're the Director?" Brenda stammered"Brenda...?" Harper uttered in shock and quickly glanced at her file again. He had never expected that the girl he slept with last night would be the same girl walking into his office for this interviewBeing romantically or sexually involved with a coworker was the last thing he wantedAnd then suddenly he looked up with a cold glare and said sternly "Have a seat, Miss...","Michael" Brenda replied, feeling antsy nowShe looked equally uncomfortable, but even more about how indifferent he acted towards her. Just last night, he had worshipped every crevice of her body, intoxicated with her, like she was a drug he was high off.But now, she could not help but notice the coldness in his gaze. The kind soulful eyes she was trapped in last night, suddenly turned icy and piercing.Her hands trembled in anticipation. "Great go