“Yes Mother, I’ll be there on time,” I said through the phone as I sat at my desk. I leaned back in the chair, holding up the delicate embossed invitation. “No, I promise. My flight gets in at two.”
I rolled my eyes as my mother continued to talk loudly into the phone. “Yes, yes goodbye mother.” I hung up the phone before tossing it on my desk, letting out a long sigh. I opened my computer and tried to work before slamming it shut in frustration.
To say my family and I had a complicated relationship would be an understatement. I loved my sister, but I had no desire to go to this wedding. Especially considering it was two weeks of parties, events, and trips. My sister had invited the whole family to come along on her honeymoon to the Maldives. According to my mother it was mandatory for the whole family, meaning myself included.
I thought about the torture of having to endure two weeks of family and acquaintances asking why I wasn’t married, when I was going to have children, and how my entire life was going. And of course the random busybody offering to set me up with their daughter or niece.
“If only I had a date...” I mumbled. "No, a date will require actual attention..."
A few moments later, an insane idea sprung into my mind. I opened my laptop once again and began searching for agencies based out of Boston.
After a bit of research I found what I was looking for. I sent an email to the director, informing her of what I needed. Two minutes later I heard a ding on my computer
“That was fast...” I muttered as I opened my email, informing me that I would receive a call in the next hour to go over specifics.
I decided this was a conversation that would be better had in the privacy of my own home. I stood from my desk and walked out of the office, informing my assistant I would be leaving for the day.
My driver took me through the winding streets of New York before stopping in front of my building.
“Thank you, Thomas. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, sir,” he replied stiffly as I stepped out of the town car and up to my penthouse apartment.
I stepped into my apartment, barely managing to get my tie off when my cellphone rang
“Tatum Young,” I answered bluntly.
“Mr. Young, my name is Edna Smith from Advantage Incorporated. I was a bit surprised to receive your email asking for our services, I can’t imagine you having any problem finding a date for this event.”
I huffed. So maybe I had been voted most eligible bachelor a few times.
“Look, Ms. Smith. Finding a date is not a problem. But I am not in the mood to have to deal with a real date and her real expectations. I just need someone to fill the part, to make my family back off so I can get through this wedding. Is that something you can do? Or do I need to go elsewhere?”
“No, no sir,” she spoke quickly. “We would be more than happy to help you out. Now, can you give me an idea of what you’re looking for?”
“I don’t care. Someone who doesn’t look like an obvious escort, someone with class. All I really need is someone who can keep up. These are high-end events with only top-tier guests. She needs to be able to make educated conversation and use the right damn fork at dinner.”
“Well sir, all of my associates have class. I do have a few in mind for you. So what about looks? You will want someone you are attracted to, no?” She replied.
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes, “I told you I don’t care. I will not be sleeping with this woman. I don’t pay for sex. All I need is a date who can believably be my girlfriend. I don’t need some girl getting sloppy at the wedding.”
“I understand. But Mr. Young, if you don’t give me a general idea of looks I can’t successfully give you a good match,” she spoke with mild irritation.
I thought about Jamie. She had been bright and beautiful, with her long blonde hair and thin frame. I shook my head, “Not a blonde.”
“I have the perfect one in mind then,” she said brightly. I could tell she was grinning on the other side of the phone. “I will send you the price breakdown and her information in the next day.”
“That’s fine. Thank you,” I replied before hanging up the phone.
“What am I doing?” I asked myself as I fell back onto the couch. “This is a stupid idea.”
An hour later I opened my email with the bill. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I hollered as I looked at the price. I let out a huff before paying for the first half as my deposit, grumbling about the fact that I don't even pay my lawyer that much.
“Well, there’s no going back now,” I mumbled.