<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Km28270.png)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>6:52<br/><strong>When:</strong>Party Night<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie | Open<hr/>The night overall, seemed to be an universal success thus far, the luxury of the arrangement managing to impress the sizeable population of the attendees. And moreover, Jamal was pretty sure the CEO had been looking specifically at<em>him</em>when the man had commended the contribution of the company's employees. So this had already put him in a good mood. Normally, such an atmosphere would fuel his engagement with a large portion of the crowd as well as the friends from the sales and trading department that surrounded him. But tonight? It was a different story. For he'd caught the sight of a woman who pique dhis interest quite a bit.<br/><br/>He'd seen a glimpse of her previously amongst the crowd. Yet now, as she stood alone at the bar counter,  he had a clear view of her - of her entire body. Seemed like a few people had come and gone to talk to her, but no one lingered for long. He observed her intently, admiring her. She was certainly a little bit breath-taking to say the least and moreover, she looked familiar. Jamal could've almost sworn he'd seen her on some sort of modeling magazine or website, or<em>something.</em><br/><br/>Once Jamal excuse himself from his group of friends and strutted down towards towards the unknown woman, the small group of folk gathered near him knew what he was up to. The sales executive had gotten quite a reputation for himself for being as tenacious when pursuing women, as he was when pursuing property deals.<br/><br/><strong>"God damn,"</strong>were the first words that came from the tall, black stud's mouths as he stood just a couple of feet away from the woman at the bar counter. It was an audible and intentional phrase, his tone a deep baritone, a fitting voice for a man his size.<strong>"Looks like I get a chance tonight to talk to the most beautiful woman in this place, huh?"</strong>With a flirtatious smile across his chiseled jawline, the large man extended his hand forwards for a handshake after placing his drink on the counter.<strong>"Jamal Jones, regional sales executive here. Pleasure to meet you...please tell me you came here alone?"</strong>he teased, his confidence unwavered. He was a handsome man, with skin just a few shades lighter than the black suit he wore. With broad shoulders and the top few buttons of his shirt undone to hint at the toned, muscular, black body he hid beneath, Jamal was quite an imposing presence.