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Veiled_Desire
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2018
Sam Fields had one hell of a week at Capital Two Bank. He was in charge of investments for accounts that were valued at $500,000 to $2 million. It was a great position for someone who had just turned 30 four weeks ago. Sam had always been a hard worker, someone who had come up from nothing based on sheer determination and grit. Of course he could not say that he was a fully self-made man. He came from a loving family who worked themselves to the bones in order to raise their son in a neighborhood with access to good schools. His parents had never gone to college themselves, but they knew the importance of education. With their help he was able to focus on his courses and obtained a full scholarship to the local state university. From there he had gone straight into business school, obtaining his MBA in investment banking and getting an opening level position at Capital Bank. For the past 5 years he had kept his nose down and worked hard enough to get a promotion each year. This was going to be the first time he had a team to himself, he was in a managing position and that meant plenty of new responsibilities along with the well deserved pay raise.
Sam truly loved his life and the luxuries it had afforded him. Yet this work never provided him with the time he needed to actually develop a social life. Sure Sam had his fair share of girlfriends throughout high school and college, but ever since he entered grad school and began working at the bank he never really had time to develop any serious relationships. His coworkers always wondered why a man as good looking as Sam hadn't settled down yet. The answer was obvious, at least to Sam himself. He had to repay his parents for all of the hard work they had done to make sure he could go to school. He had been saving up and working extra hours to save up enough money to pay his parents back. When he came over to visit their house on his 30th birthday he surprised them with a large check, it was an amount he thought the two would need to pay off their mortgage. His parents were of course thrilled, but they soon let him know that this had never been about the money. They told him they would be more than happy with half of the amount he had presented them, and instead told him he needed to enjoy his youth, to find a partner and start planning his own life.
That was why he had gone out to The Dead Rabbit, a bar in lower Manhattan that his coworkers said was full of young professionals just looking to relax after a long day or week at work. He had figured the best option would be to go to a more relaxed bar, figuring that a club would be the place to go if he wanted to hook up. Here, well he could find someone to share a drink with and get to know them. That Friday he made he packed up his desk at around 5, two hours before he usually headed home for the night. He told his staff they were more than welcome to head home early as well, a decision that got a few cheers from his overworked staff. Sam had dressed for a night out on the town. Instead of his normal suit he had work a pair of jeans, a dark grey vest, and a light blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was a short train ride from his bank to the Dead Rabbit, but when he got there just before 6 he found that the bar was still relatively empty. There were a few seats being filled but he found it easy enough to secure himself a seat at the counter and order a dark stout. Tonight he would make sure to have fun, to meet someone and start living his life.
Sam truly loved his life and the luxuries it had afforded him. Yet this work never provided him with the time he needed to actually develop a social life. Sure Sam had his fair share of girlfriends throughout high school and college, but ever since he entered grad school and began working at the bank he never really had time to develop any serious relationships. His coworkers always wondered why a man as good looking as Sam hadn't settled down yet. The answer was obvious, at least to Sam himself. He had to repay his parents for all of the hard work they had done to make sure he could go to school. He had been saving up and working extra hours to save up enough money to pay his parents back. When he came over to visit their house on his 30th birthday he surprised them with a large check, it was an amount he thought the two would need to pay off their mortgage. His parents were of course thrilled, but they soon let him know that this had never been about the money. They told him they would be more than happy with half of the amount he had presented them, and instead told him he needed to enjoy his youth, to find a partner and start planning his own life.
That was why he had gone out to The Dead Rabbit, a bar in lower Manhattan that his coworkers said was full of young professionals just looking to relax after a long day or week at work. He had figured the best option would be to go to a more relaxed bar, figuring that a club would be the place to go if he wanted to hook up. Here, well he could find someone to share a drink with and get to know them. That Friday he made he packed up his desk at around 5, two hours before he usually headed home for the night. He told his staff they were more than welcome to head home early as well, a decision that got a few cheers from his overworked staff. Sam had dressed for a night out on the town. Instead of his normal suit he had work a pair of jeans, a dark grey vest, and a light blue button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. It was a short train ride from his bank to the Dead Rabbit, but when he got there just before 6 he found that the bar was still relatively empty. There were a few seats being filled but he found it easy enough to secure himself a seat at the counter and order a dark stout. Tonight he would make sure to have fun, to meet someone and start living his life.