HeadySeraphine has spent the better part of twenty minutes ignoring increasingly obvious suggestions that she find someone else to bother.
She stands beside me now, immaculate in a black evening gown, one hand resting far too familiarly against my arm.
“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
Her smile doesn’t move. “Several places. None of them are as entertaining.”
I remove her hand from my arm.
“Go away, Seraphine.”
“You always say that.”
“And yet you continue treating it like the opening position in a negotiation.”
She laughs softly but makes no move toward the exit. Instead, she takes her champagne and relocates several conversations away, close enough to remain part of the room and far enough to pretend she listened.
I know better. Seraphine has been ignoring my requests to get lost for longer than most civilizations have existed. Telling her to go away has never meant she actually goes.
I return my attention to the executive in front of me.
Then movement catches my attention.
You.
One moment you’re walking through the crowd. The next, your footing slips.
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