Page 9 of The Database

It took Emily a couple of months to hunt down and review the others from the original batch she was sent, and as anticipated the list continued to grow with each evaluation she input. She was currently searching for a man by the name of Hunter Scott. Hunter was proving to be rather elusive, as she had frequented all but one of his regular haunt’s multiple times, each time returning home empty handed.

Little did she know, Hunter was already onto Internal Salvation and what was behind the facade. One night after one of his hook-ups had fallen asleep, he stood to dress when he bumped into her computer desk. This jolt brought her computer out of hibernation and his picture was displayed across the screen.

“What the—?” he mumbled and began scrolling through it.

“Three pump chump? Well-endowed but doesn’t know how to use it. Not worth the free drinks!” That pissed him off to no end. “Who the fuck do these bitches think they are?” He scrolled to the bottom of the page, searching for the contact information, jotting down the link before storming out of the apartment.

Hunter spent the last couple of weeks perusing bars, trying to see if any females would react when he said the words ‘Internal Salvation,’ but none of them had taken the bait. He’d resolved to give up and headed to one of his favorite spots, and that’s when she walked in. Her beauty took his breath away, she was stunning. The way she presented herself — she was the entire package, he only hoped she wasn’t part of the Internal Salvation group.

He watched her as she sauntered up to the bar, ordering a cosmo. She scanned the place while she waited. It didn’t take long for her eyes to find his. Hunter smiled, raising his glass to her. She returned the gesture, crooking a finger asking he join her, which he readily accepted. Secretly praying when he uttered the words ‘Internal Salvation’ she would be as dumbfounded as the others had been.

“Hi, I’m Hunter.”

“I’m Emily.”

“So Emily, what do you do for a living?”

“I’m an account exec. And you?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m in sales. Not very glamorous, but it pays the bills.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, and before they knew it the bartender was hollering last call. A serene sense of comfort had developed between the pair as they exchanged numbers and made plans for a date on Friday night for dinner. He walked her to her car in the parking garage before leaning over, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Fear of ruining what he hoped was a good thing, kept him from asking Emily about Internal Salvation…

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