The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Rita turned abruptly and offered a sorrow-tinged smile. "Thank goodness you're the only one here. If it were anyone else, they'd
probably think I'm making much ado about nothing. It does sound a little absurd to feel sad when I'm born into a well-off family."
Sherman kept quiet, and there was not a trace of disdain or sarcasm in his expression. After a prolonged pause, he said, "We
have no control over our birth or which family we'd be born into. The only aspect we can control is our destiny. If all you see are
the limitations imposed by your surname, then you'll forever be caught by it. However, your life could take a vastly different turn if
you can recognize the advantages it affords.
"At the same time, you're already doing your best to strive diligently toward your goals, so this frustration you're feeling will only
be momentary. You don't need any validation from anyone." Rita was taken aback. She had not expected their encounter to be
so unexpectedly profound. She was also incredibly surprised that he would be willing to engage her in so much conversation.
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart," she said. "I didn't think you'd say all that stuff to help me ease this anxiety. My family
isn't the same as it used to be. You saw that earlier. I always feel powerless whenever I have to face that sort of situation.
Perhaps that's the reason my outlook on life is always a negative one. But you're right when you said that this surname has
provided me with a lot of things. I guess being rich is one example."
Rita's wry grin mirrored Sherman's own amusement. "You still have your wit, so I take it as a sign that you're not as depressed
about the whole thing as you think you are."
"Perhaps you're right," she agreed. "And you have a far better sense of humor than I expected. If it hadn't been for what
happened earlier, we might've been able to become good friends. But I will reiterate again that I didn't take your seat. It might be
a good idea to check with Miss Claire on whether you had been assigned the wrong seat."
Sherman found Rita's directness refreshing. It had been some time since he had conversed with someone so straightforward. He
appreciated not having to decipher hidden meanings behind her words.
"You've raised a reasonable possibility. I will find out. If there's been a misunderstanding, then I hope I can make it up to you
during our next meeting."
Rita nodded. "I'm sure we'll meet
each other again soon." The interview seemed to be inching toward success, along with uncovering the truth of his
relationship with Claire.

"You've been away from the banquet long enough. Shall we return and enjoy a glass of red wine? It's a vintage my mother
reserved for special occasions." "Don't mind if I do, then," Sherman replied graciously.
However, Rita was not willing to part
with her mother's cherished wine so easily. Even though Sherman's insights had come as a surprise to her, she knew that the
cutthroat nature of the corporate world was something that removed all traces of naivete and innocence from a person. That was
especially the case with a man like him. Any information about his personal life would surely be guarded very securely.
Meanwhile, Sadie scanned the hall for signs of Sherman as soon as she exchanged some pleasantries with her mother.
However, he was nowhere to be seen.
When Sherman walked in from the
balcony, Sadie noticed his figure
right away. She beamed with
anticipation and immediately
adjusted her skirt before grabbing a
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To her astonishment, Sherman's gentlemanly gesture was directed to Rita, who came in after Sherman came in.