It wasn't a normal thing for me to go out with someone I'd only just met but I couldn't help myself, I had to get to know him a little better - hell, if it didn't work out I'd only have to get a new job.
"This is a lovely place, have you been here before?" I asked.
I felt a little out a place since I was wearing skinny jeans, an over-sized jumper and knee-high black boots... This place was posh, I'm talking silver chandelier on the ceiling type of posh.
"I've been here quite a few times, only ever on my own or with work collegues of course but I've decided to buy this place, it's stunning isn't it?"
"B-Buy it?" I gulped, "Wouldn't that be stupidly pricey?"
"Sixty thousand or so," Taylor grinned.
I felt my face turn pale and I could feel sick rising from my throat.
"What do you work as?" I asked.
"I own a large chain of companies, all different types... How long have you been working at Marshall's for?"
"Two years," I spoke whilst stuffing my face with pasta.
"Can I ask you something and you not to get offended?"
I nodded my head whilst still scoffing my pasta.
"How much do you earn?"
"$160 a month," I shrugged.
"That's disgusting," Taylor turned his nose up.
"Marshall was the only person to take me in after everything that happened," I admitted, "My family won two million on the lottery, I had to sit by and watch every single of them turn themselves in to monster's, it was horrible. Eventually they all left me and I began living on the streets - I was only sixteen. My family had wronged every single person in this town... I am thankful for Marshall's kind heart. I'm sorry I am rambling," I smiled.
"Two million eh? That much changed them? Really?" Taylor seemed very interested.
"Yes. They began to buy things they didn't need, they bribed every single one of their friends. Even my brother who would now be sixteen become money crazy... I lost everyone."
Taylor was silent and I began to panic. He owned a lot of companies and soon the resturant we are eating in would be his too. He had a lot of money, I could just tell... His suit must of cost at least 500 dollars. The outfit I was wearing cost me less than twenty.
"Thank you for dinner," I said before standing up - I hadn't even finished my pasta, "But I best be going."
"Why are you running off?" Taylor asked suddenly angry.
"How much money do you own?"
"Twenty-five million."
I nodded and sprinted to my car. I am not mixing myself with people of his kind - not now... Not ever.
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