n art museum where I was a prominent board member. It was my world,
He was pointing out the art installations, explaining the complex menu to her as if she were a child. The
ure of awe and adoration. She was wearing a dress that was a little t
ends, my smile perfectly in place. I spoke with the mu
ng a rare truffle I had personally sourced through the fou
a special thank you for our benefactor. Mrs. Scott has pers
the room. Waiters moved efficien
t for
e, empty-handed. The director's v
r puppy' s sensitive stomach after its... recent rich diet. She said
e to the prosciutto was subtle enough for plausible deniability, but the mess
intern shattered, replaced by raw, public humiliation. She push
he room. He started to rise, but a client at his
was exquisite. I had won the battle, but I felt a col
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