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on her face. She did not know whether to believe him or not. It really didn’t matter.
    “Look, let’s do dinner, you, me, and whoever.” He smirked with one side of his mouth turned up.
    “Why?” She was confused by the turn of events.
    “Because I want to mend fences.”
    “Riiightt,” she drawled out.
    “I do.” He seemed genuine.
    “Fine, my boyfriend and I will have dinner with you on one condition.” She thought he bristled after she said, boyfriend. “You admit your practices were wrong, come to speak to the NSPPF board’s annual meeting about what you intend to do to fix this. Then work with the local law enforcement and schools to ensure this happens.”
    “That seems rehearsed,” he replied.
    “Well, who knows, my next job could be as a lobbyist. You’re a lawyer, so don’t shit me like you didn’t have something like that planned already,” she smirked.
    He ignored the last part of her statement and said, “Okay, deal. I’ll contact you for the details for Friday.”
    “Fine,” she said glad to get that over with.
    He took another step towards her and he whispered, “Nice doing business with you.”

Chapter 3: The Dinner
     
    RICH :
    Rich didn’t know why that woman got under his skin so bad. He could not put his finger on it for the life of him, but he needed to find out quickly. He just might kiss her. That was the most absurd thing he’d ever fathomed. He was not a racist, but he also was not attracted to people outside his race either, nor did he think people should date outside their race. His father called their kids ‘mutts’ and called anyone in a relationship like that a ‘ sympathizer ,’ which made them equally weak.
    At that moment, Rich realized that he just gave a similar speech to Lisa. The same spiel that his father used to rant about race issues. There were things to admire and emulate about his father, but Rich did not feel this was one of them. He really did not have enough experience to have an informed opinion, just what he was taught. Lisa seemed so convicted and that was what made her attractive, Rich guessed. He did not have that passion about anything. He was on a plan and all the people strategically placed in his life were there to help him achieve that plan. Even Grace.
    Friday came and for some reason, Rich was looking forward to the dinner. Grace invited herself to the dinner after she apologized for pushing him during a tough time, as she put it. She apologized on her knees, in between strokes on his cock. She knew how to get him to forgive her because she fucked up often. His boss was happy about the progress he was making with Lisa and also informed him that after the article had come out, the judge threw Ricardo’s case out.  Rich was glad to hear that, despite the façade he kept up, his heart hurt when he saw what that boy had gone through. He was not a heartless bastard, he just did not know how to take all the heartbreaking stories that came with the job, nor what to do with them because he could not fix them all. He felt like Lisa wanted him to fix a system that he had little control over. He could do more as a Senator, maybe she could help him. He almost laughed at that notion because he could see her laughing at the absurd request. She would probably have tears in her eyes again from laughing so hard. The woman thought he was a racist and prejudice asshole and would not help him if his life depended on it. Why that bothered him, he still was trying to figure out.
    Rich and Grace were there twenty minutes early, as they wanted to be the ones who were seen in a position of power. Lisa and her boyfriend came in five minutes later hand-in-hand. As they approached the table, Rich stood up to greet Lisa and shake the boyfriend’s hand. He was a tall brown man with a low haircut. Rich and he were about the same height and similar physique, but Rich first thought was that he could take him. He had a firm grip and not to be ignored as Rich was sure