Malcolm couldn’t remember the last time he’d wheeled a cart through a hallway. Yet as annoying as it was, Malcolm did get a boost to his ego when he pushed his way through the double doors that led into the hall, was stopped briefly by a bodyguard acting as security and told, “Nice to see you again, sir. Did you enjoy the rehearsal?”
Malcolm offered the guard a blushing nod back as he was led through the secondary entrance of the banquet room and into the main.
“Could you put it up closer to the staff?” Malcolm was asked before he was given a grin. “Just not to close to the photographer. You know how bitchy they can get if you impose on their space.”
Malcolm smiled and nodded even though he actually had no idea how bitchy said persons could get. He could imagine though. Probably about a
