An hour later, I finally stop smiling. Carson introduced me to so many people my face felt like it was going to fall off if I smile at anyone else. I walk around, looking for something to eat and drink. I haven’t had anything in my stomach since I arrived. While I’m sipping my wine, someone startles me and I almost pour my drink on myself.
“Do you have a death wish?” Mr. Crawford asks.
We’re away from the party, so no one can see or hear us. I left the crowd to enjoy some time alone, but I think I made a mistake. Mr. Crawford looks like he wants to kill me, and there’s no one here to save me.
“What do you mean?” I ask, taking a step away from him. His close proximity scares me right now.
“You think I didn’t see you out there, getting to know all the board of directors? And to make it
