I did not want to do this but I will not allow a crush on my part or some woman’s feelings jeapordize my internship, Jared thought. I don’t want to risk or even give myself the opportunity to date or begin a sexual relationship with anyone in here. I desire success more than any of the numerous beautiful and enthralling women in here. Though I don’t believe in the ridiculous romantic comedy idea of serendipity, if, by some remote chance of fate, I meet some of them at a later time, when my professional career is taken care of, I might act then.

As she asked him, accused using tone rather, a question, Jared knew it was working. He wanted to burn the bridge with her, with kerosine. That way, he thought, he could let his work speak for itself and have a truly platonic relationship with her, on his end and hers. This is good, he thought. Seperate myself from the other guys in the program who would screw them at the soonest opportunity.