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“Not really, I have other things to do.” Jason admitted. “Tell her I said hi though.” He hung up.
Harold whistled under his breath. “Now I know why she had an attitude about rich men. Shit he’s a real douche bag. But once she sees I’m nothing like him, I can have her!” He smiled hoping it was as easy to convince her as he felt like it might be at the moment.
Harold got dressed. He was really looking forward to seeing this beautiful woman once more. Now that he knew a bit more about her he also felt more comfortable with how he would proceed. Throwing on a pair of jeans and a polo shirt he wanted to be completely relaxed when she showed up.
He looked at his watch, “It should be any minute now she gets here!” He smiled. Harold was a great negotiator it had helped him keep the majority of his money during hard times. He’d seen plenty of the ultra-rich lose a fortune since he was in his mid-30. But Harold had always been able to stay in the positive.
Chapter 11
“Sir there’s a Ms. Sims here for you.” He answered the phone in his study. Harold got up and went to her, instead of having her brought to him. He figured that would show something on his part, maybe that he felt she was just as important as Harold.
“Hello Ms. Sims. First off I think I owe you a huge apology. I’m very sorry for my unnecessary behavior last night. I have a lot of females who approach me and have the smell of money in their sites. I just really have to be careful.” Harold said as he extended his hand to welcome him to his mansion.
He saw the look of confusion pass over her face. Harold smiled he knew she hadn’t been expecting that at all.
“Please call me Sandra. I guess I’ve never lived on your side of the fence and have never had to deal with that. Perhaps I do owe you an apology as well. My reaction was quite harsh.” Sandra admitted.
“Really, I deserved every word that you said to me. It let me know where I am. In this world we are all humans. No matter how much money someone has they still live and breathe the same as every other person here.” Harold stated. “I don’t expect you to understand my life, and I should assume to know about your life either. But for some reason I thought differently of you, when I shouldn’t have. Of that I am very sorry. I would like to have another chance to now make a first impression. If you don’t mind, can we act as if this is our first meeting?” Harold asked, and looked at her inquiringly.
“Well, I guess that’s fine. I’d like that too, honestly. I think I might have misjudged you as well Mr. Washington. Yes I think I would like to start over with you too.” Sandra smiled.
Chapter 12
Sandra had walked into his house thinking this would be another mess. But when he approached her in the hallway, she had a feeling something might be different.
When he opened his mouth and said he owed her an apology, she could have fainted on the spot. It wasn’t what she had been expecting at all. In fact she figured he would demand an apology from her. Not only verbally right then and there, but something written up for the papers too.
So when he said he owed her an apology, she just stood there for a second. Not knowing exactly what to say. Her mind was going a mile a minute and her words could barely form. “I think I might owe you an apology too. I think I’ve misjudged you.”
She was shocked at the honest words that came from her mouth. But they were just that honest and heart felt. Sandra looked at him differently all of the sudden. She noticed that Harold Washington was a very good looking man. His black hair was just getting a few touches of gray here and there. It made him look very sophisticated.
“Oh shit, I think he’s different?” She questioned and said to herself at the same time. She still didn’t trust her instincts on this. It had been years since Jason Jones, but she still felt the pain of that event.
Needless to say she had to question anything her heart felt when it came to anyone who was rich. “But he could be different.” Her mind stated.
He honestly seemed like he was trying to apologize though. He wouldn’t do that if he was like Jason. Jason was not sad for what he had done, not at all; he rubbed it in my face for years.
