BAR
She spots him the second he walks into the bar, slick back hair, the button of his suit jacket undone and an extra kind of swagger in his step as he moves through the establishment. He spots her then, summoning her over with a simple head tilt and raise of his eyebrows.
She lets her finger drag around the stem of her Martini glass, and smiles at the fellow secretary sitting in front of her. "Hang on a second," she tells her as she slides off her stool and joins him at the bar.
With a mere look, she realises he isn't there to give her her start date; in fact, he tells her he's leaving the D.A.'s altogether to work for Forstman instead - she tells him he's making a mistake before he leaves, and she remains rooted there on her spot. Just watching his form retreat as she shakes her head.
She catches the curious look from her friend, then gives the woman a quick smile and walks back to their table. "Sorry about that," she says, sitting back down.
The brunette leans forward, almost whispering when she speaks. "You're working for him now."
She chuckles and shakes her head. "No, no, I am not."
"You're sleeping with him then?"
Even if the question takes her off guard, she manages to shake her head and redirect their conversation, but it stays with her. In the same way, his original proposition hasn't left her mind these last four days since she asked if she could work for him.
And for a second, just a hot second, she figures she might actually give in now that they won't develop a professional relationship.
She thinks she might corner him in the same bar the following night and follow him up on that. But her sources tell her yet another thing about the man she called shady just now, and deep down, she simply knows he won't go through with it.
So instead of propositioning him in the bar that night, she waits on the desk outside of his office that morning. Cup of coffee in hand and a bright smile on her lips as he saunters into the office.