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LEAH
Sheesh, this was boring.
A waiter topped off my wine—and boy, did I need it—as Darius hobnobbed with yet another captain of industry. Or something. For the most part, I’d lost track after he introduced me to the tenth associate vice president of whatever. Still, I smiled politely and nodded along with the conversation because wasn’t this what I’d wanted? And when I felt Emmy’s gaze land on me from across the room, I desperately tried to seem interested in the workings of the stock market. What was a price-to-earnings ratio, anyway?
The group sitting at the Blackwood table all looked as if they were having more fun than me. Right now, Emmy was probably bitching about her shoes, Mack would be working out which auction lots she wanted to bid on, and Dan had a glass of wine in each
