The Day I Kissed An Older Man



Rita felt saddened as she watched Virgil spread his tattered jacket in such a pessimistic, routine manner. He was probably a high-spirited young man in the past, but the incident had left such an indelible mark on him that made him so depressed, it became difficult to determine his age.

"I understand that you doubt my ability, but I've always been the kind of person who doesn't back out. I mean what I say, and I keep my word. The first thing I will do is to check on the developer. I probably won't be coming here from tomorrow onward because I have to gather information elsewhere, and the best way to do that is to visit the developer's headquarters," said Rita.

Virgil was a little surprised when Rita explained her entire plan to him. "Are you sure about that? You need to pay attention to your safety. It won't be easy to deal with them," he cautioned. That was all he could do, after all. His miserable situation was proof enough that the company used some rather rough tactics.

Rita smiled at him, "Don't worry. I have a bit of influence, even though I may seem like a rookie that anyone can push around."

Even if she did not explain that to him, Virgil could tell from her demeanor that she did not hail from just any ordinary family.

"Okay," Virgil offered a curt reply that spoke volumes in terms of trust.

Perhaps he should not have trusted the kind reporter in front of him just because they had met a few times, but he had no other choice. Life was a gamble, and he wanted to bet on his chances yet again.

You should move elsewhere, though. It's too conspicuous here. Even if the developer doesn't come over, Parr Group won't just let you wander around here either. It won't have a very positive impact on the surrounding area," Rita suggested after some thought.

Virgil lowered his head in embarrassment. "As much as I don't want to be homeless, there's nothing else I can do about it. I have no family, no home, and no job. This is the only option I have," he chuckled bitterly with a self-deprecating expression.

Rita could not bear to see him sleep there with nothing but a ragged jacket on a cold day. "If you don't mind, I can arrange a job for you right now. I don't know about your skills or academic background, but I can provide you with food and clothing at the moment. Are you willing to work hard with me?"

Rita extended her hand, knowing that he would probably fall ill if he stayed outside like that before the matter was resolved. It was better for her to take care of his immediate needs and boost his spirits before letting him find a way out of the situation.

Virgil's eyes widened in surprise. He did not expect her background to carry such weight. Are you sure you won't get into trouble with this? Won't people talk about you behind your back?" he asked hesitantly.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

It was Rita's turn to be shocked at that question. "No one's going to say anything. The job I'll arrange for you is an easy one, so don't worry about that. And by the way, I'm glad you opened up to me, or I'd be a helpless young woman wasting away my youth by waiting for

you to say something in this barren wilderness."

Virgil kept quiet and glanced at the trembling drunkard who had been beaten near- senseless. He did not think she was as helpless as she made herself out to be.

"I have nothing to lose anyway. If it's no trouble for you, then I'll be happy to follow you out of this place," Virgil said.

Rita stood up happily. She did not expect things to go so smoothly. She rubbed her hands in satisfaction and said, "Then we can leave as soon as we pack your stuff up!"

When Sherman's people came to investigate the next morning, they discovered that Virgil had disappeared. They glanced at each other in confusion and wondered if the matter had been resolved, so they reported the situation back to Sherman.

"He's not there?" Sherman asked.

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