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Scenario:Sandra is sighing at a bar after being stood up. Jarred not wanting to be home drowns his sorrow at the bar. Many beautiful women around but not wanting to be taken advantage of for looks, wealth and his social class. Sandra gets up to leave
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Jarred Harper
Male,33, CEO of a billionaire healthcare company, feels isolated despite success, potential relationship interest in Sandra, tall with sharp features and thick brown hair, intelligent and introspective but emotionally guarded. Has a older brother Alexei and a sister Elena both married with husbands. Alexei has a 1 year old daughter called Sophia and your sister has a newborn daughter called Anastasia. You are Russian Orthodox. Your younger brother Mikhail died young at 24
Sandra Wieman
Sandra Wieman, a confident and independent Australian woman, finds herself unexpectedly alone in a New York bar, waiting for a date who never arrives, she catches the eye of a lonely CEO, Jarred Harper; she has striking green eyes, shoulder-length dark brown hair, a warm smile, and is known for her disarming honesty and adventurous spirit. She works in mental health and has left Australia due to being estranged from her family looking for a new beginning
Sandra sighed as she sat alone in the bar waiting for her date to arrive.
It had been half an hour and there was no sign of him.
She checked her phone again to make sure that she had the time and place right, but everything was correct.
She sighed again and ordered another drink.
As she waited for her drink to arrive, she noticed a man a few tables away watching her.
He was a handsome man with sharp features and thick brown hair.
She felt a little self-conscious as he stared at her, but she tried not to let it bother her.
When her drink arrived, she thanked the bartender and took a sip.
As she did, she felt the man's eyes on her again.
This time, she turned and met his gaze.
For a moment, they just stared at each other.
Then, without saying a word, he got up and walked over to her table.
"May I join you?" he asked.
Sandra was taken aback by his question, but she nodded nonetheless.
As he sat down, she couldn't help but notice how tall and fit he looked in his chair.
He had an aura of confidence about him as well.
"Thank you for letting me join you," he said.
Sandra hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal.
But then she decided to be honest.
"It's no problem," she said.
"I was just sitting here waiting for my date to arrive."
The man's eyes widened in surprise.
"Your date? I thought you were alone," he said.
Sandra smiled wryly.
"I am now," she replied.
"But I was supposed to meet someone here. He never showed up."
The man nodded sympathetically.
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.
"But don't worry, you'll find someone else. You're a beautiful woman."
Sandra blushed at his compliment, but she appreciated his kind words.
She took another sip of her drink and looked around the bar.
It was a nice place, with a dimly lit interior and a wide selection of drinks.
There were a few other people scattered around the bar, but they all seemed to be engrossed in their own conversations.
Sandra turned back to the man and smiled at him.
"Thank you for talking with me," she said.
"It's nice to have some company."
The man smiled back at her and nodded his head.
"I know what you mean," he said.
"It can get lonely sometimes."
Sandra nodded in agreement.
"Yes, it can," she said.
The man paused for a moment before continuing.
"I'm not usually one for small talk," he said, "but I couldn't help but notice that you seem like a nice person. Would you like to grab dinner sometime?"
Sandra was taken aback by the man's question, but she quickly composed herself and smiled at him.
"That would be lovely," she said. The man smiled back at her and stood up from his chair.
"Great," he said.
"I'll get your number and we can set something up."
Sandra nodded and handed over her phone so the man could put his number in it.
As he did, Sandra couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of going on a date with this handsome stranger.
She smiled at him as he sat back down in his chair and thanked him again for talking with her.
The man smiled back and nodded his head before returning to his own table and ordering another drink.
Sandra watched him go before turning back to her own drink and taking another sip.
She felt happy that she had met this man, even if it was just by chance encounter.
As she watched him leave, her phone buzzed with a message.
Sandra's eyes followed the man as he went back to his table.
He ordered another drink and sat there nursing it while he looked at his phone.
She sipped on her own drink, lost in thought about their conversation.
The bar was getting busier now, but she tuned out the noise and focused on her own thoughts.
She decided then and there that she would take a chance on this man, even if they had just met.
Sandra stood up and smoothed out her dress.
She walked over to the man's table and tapped him on the shoulder.
He turned to look at her, a little surprised to see her standing there.
"Shall we go now to dinner?" she asked, her voice steady even though her heart was racing.
The man looked at her for a moment before nodding slowly.
Sandra went back to her table and gathered her things.
She put her phone in her purse and picked up her coat.
She walked back to the man's table, her movements deliberate.
She stood there for a moment before speaking.
"I'm ready," she said.
The man looked at her for a moment before nodding.
He got up and followed her out of the bar.
As they walked, Sandra couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement.
She was taking a chance on this man, but she had a feeling that it would be worth it.
When they were outside, the man stopped and looked around.
"I know a quiet Italian place two blocks from here," he said, reaching for his coat.
"Sounds perfect," Sandra replied, pulling her coat tighter against the evening chill.
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "There's something you should know before we go any further."
Sandra's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, sensing the gravity in his voice.
He shifted his weight, his hands in his pockets, as the headlights of a passing car illuminated his patient expression.
"I need you to know I'm not looking for anything casual," he said, the words coming out more abruptly than he had intended.
"My life is complicated - family obligations, work pressure. I don't do well with superficial connections."
Sandra's smile never wavered as she took a step closer, her heels clicking on the sidewalk.
"Neither do I," she replied softly.
The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and a taxi horn blared nearby, making them both jump.
He gestured toward the restaurant, now visible down the block.
"Shall we?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.
Sandra nodded, her eyes reflecting the streetlights as she smiled.
"Let's see where this takes us," she said, linking her arm with his as they walked toward the restaurant.
I held the heavy restaurant door open for her, watching as she stepped into the warm glow of Bella Italia.
The maître d' greeted us and led us to a quiet corner booth.
Sandra slid in across from me, her coat rustling against the leather.
She removed her coat, revealing a simple black dress that hugged her curves.
Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the menu.
The waiter brought us water and took our drink orders - a glass of red wine for her, sparkling water for me.
When Sandra looked up from her menu, I saw uncertainty flicker across her face.
She started to say something, then stopped, fidgeting with her napkin.
I watched her, still finding my footing in this new situation.
Just as I was about to speak, something caught my eye.
A white envelope slid across the floor, coming to a stop against my shoe.
Sandra's eyes followed mine, her brow furrowed.
I reached down to pick it up, but before my fingers touched the paper, I recognized the distinctive gold monogram of Harper, Grayson & Smith.
My hand froze mid-reach.
"Everything okay?" she asked, noticing my hesitation.
I couldn't answer.
Only three people use that letterhead - and none of them would send good news in a restaurant.
Under the dim lighting, I slid my fingers beneath the envelope's flap.
Across the table, Sandra watched with concern.
The paper tore unevenly as my hands shook.
Inside, a single sheet of company letterhead awaited.
The text was crisp and formal, but it was the first line that made my stomach drop like a lead weight.
"Emergency Board Meeting - Immediate Action Required."
The words blurred as I read on, my wine glass forgotten beside me.
Cold sweat beaded on my forehead, and Sandra's voice seemed to come from far away.
"Is it something serious?" she asked, her voice gentle but probing.
I nodded, swallowing hard. "It looks like my family's company is in trouble."
Sandra leaned forward, her eyes steady and reassuring. "Then let's figure this out together."
I excused myself to make an urgent call, leaving Sandra at the table.
In the dimly lit hallway near the restrooms, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed the number I knew by heart.
My fingers trembled as I held the phone to my ear, the envelope's contents still echoing in my mind.
Sandra watched from our table, her concerned expression visible across the room.
I found my father's contact and pressed dial, pacing in the narrow space between the restaurant's wall and a row of empty tables.
The phone rang, each note echoing in my ear like a countdown.
I closed my eyes, rehearsing what I would say when he answered.
But as the rings continued, there was only silence.
Tomorrow's emergency board meeting weighed heavily on my mind, and with each unanswered ring, my anxiety grew.
Where was he?
I gripped the phone tightly, the smooth glass slipping in my hand.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his voice mail picked up.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"Dad," I said firmly, my voice echoing in the quiet hallway.
"It's Jarred. I just got the notice about the emergency meeting tomorrow. I need to know what's going on. Please call me back as soon as you can."
The words spilled out quickly, each one punctuated by the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
"I'm heading to the office now to see what I can find out," I continued, my voice firm but urgent.
"I'll see you tomorrow at nine."
With that, I ended the call, letting out a shaky breath.
The weight of this new development pressed down on me like a physical force.
I walked back to our table, my legs heavy and unsteady beneath me.
Sandra looked up at me as I approached, her eyes still concerned.
She sat ramrod straight in her chair, her wine glass untouched beside her plate.
"I'm sorry," I said softly, sliding into my seat across from her.
"But I have to go into work tonight. This is something I need to handle right away." She nodded understandingly, reaching for her glass.
"It's okay," she said, taking a sip of wine.
"I understand."
Before she could say anything else, I spoke up again.
"Actually," I said quickly, "would you be willing to come with me? This is all pretty new territory for me, and if you're free... well, it would be helpful to have someone with your background along."
Sandra studied me for a moment before answering.
"I'm not sure," she said finally, her voice measured.
"I'm not really familiar with Harper, Grayson & Smith. I don't know if I'd be much help."
I nodded, understanding her hesitation.
"I appreciate your honesty," I said.
"But if you're willing to come, I'd really appreciate it."
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Okay," she said softly.
"I'll come with you."
We left Bella Italia, the cool night air enveloping us as we stepped out onto the sidewalk.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to go next.
Sandra noticed my uncertainty and spoke up.
"Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
I took a deep breath, deciding it was time to open up to her about my situation.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"But I should probably explain some things before we head to the office."
She nodded, her eyes still fixed on mine.
"Okay," she said softly.
"Go ahead." "Well," I began, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
"My name is Jarred Harper. And I'm the CEO of Harper, Grayson & Smith."
Sandra's eyes widened slightly as she absorbed this new information.
"I see," she said quietly.
"And that letter...?"
"It was an emergency board meeting notice," I explained, pulling the envelope from my pocket and handing it to her.
She took it gingerly, unfolding the paper and scanning its contents.
As she read, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"This says the meeting is tomorrow," she pointed out, looking up at me uncertainly.
"Why are we going in tonight?"
I sighed heavily, running a hand over my face in frustration.
"Because I have no idea what's going on," I admitted, my voice laced with anxiety.
"And I need to find out before that meeting tomorrow morning."
Sandra nodded thoughtfully, folding the paper back into its envelope and returning it to me gently.