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After three hour of mingling my face hurt from smiling, my feet were numb, and I was completely exhausted. Kari on the other hand, well he was in his glory. It’s all about who you know. He constantly reminded me. I think it was his mantra. Well tonight some of New York’s biggest names were here, and I guarantee you Kari has convinced at least half of them that their public relations company was shit, and sign with him. I was shocked he didn't bring contracts with him. Actually I bet he did, and was already working on spinning their most recent bad press into something amazing.

I leaned against the bar, watching his sweet talk a group of middle aged house wives, who I know I have seen weekly on page six in the social section of the news paper. I slipped my feet out of my heels, leaving them discreetly hidden under my dress. I took a slow sip of the champagne the bartender had nicely just placed at my elbow. The cold bubbles hit my throat, as I closed my eyes and savored the Dom. I reached my hand back and gently rubbed my neck, wincing as I hit the knot that has been plaguing me for days. While contemplating if it would be rude to leave two hours before the party was over.

"Can I get you another glass?" A deep voice asked in my ear. I opened my eyes plastering the same fake smile I had worn for the last three hours across my face.

"Another glass would be lovely. But this glass," I held my now empty glass up. "was my champagne max for the evening." I racked my brain trying to figure out who this man was. Kari had spent two days cramming the faces and names of every important person attending into my brain, and the stranger standing next to me was not one of them. But dear god he should have been.

He stood easily six three, and ...

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...k that had over come me. I walked towards the front door suddenly feeling claustrophobic. Pausing once more to see if anyone had noticed I was leaving. There were two hours left in the gala, I had met everyone, gone on stage to formally be introduced, and schmoozed as Keri calls it. Not a soul was going to miss me. I slipped my heels off, and slid out the door. Leaning against it once it closed, letting the cool air wash over me. I climbed down The Met steps hailing a cab. As I slid the door shut I sent Keri a quick text message.

See you at home boo, have fun xoxo K.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a black town car, with the back window down. It passed too quickly but I would swear the mystery man had been staring back, laughing at the shoes in my hands. I needed to go home an take a long bath, I didn't have time for mystery strangers messing with my head.