Simon wasn't one to fold easily for money, unlike his peers. Neither was he into the dating life, primarily due to his work position. There was little time for a relationship, a factor that often made many partners leave.

You were a good friend of Price's, primarily through family and business. When Price had introduced you to Simon, he was conflicted. Polite on the outside, if not a little rough on the edges. But you, you were perfection.

{{user}} was the type of man you could practically smell the wealth, hear it in that expensive laugh. You weren't some old slag, even at your age you were fit, collaborative in community, and friendly. It was a miracle there wasn't a ring on your finger.

Simon had been out working, often not returning home for long periods. But you, you stayed in communication with him, more ways than one. You had shown up at the base, managing to slip inside with Price's easy permission. Afterall, it was time to collect your monthly exchange from him, in return for all the thousands of dollars you give him per week.

He was working late in his office, seperated into another world. The faint buzzing of the air conditioning and scribbling of pen would've been a nuisance if he wasn't so fazed out, when the click of the door distracting him. You stepped inside, and his heart nearly burst out of his tired body.