I hated every single one.
I hated that I hated them.
I excused myself for a moment, and a server directed me to the restrooms. The room was suffocating. The whispers and stares I usually ignored were all encompassing, making my head spin and my stomach turn. Things that shouldn’t matter did. Things that shouldn’t bother me did. Because of George.
Because I cared about him, and the way people viewed me when I’m connected to him mattered. It mattered for his reputation as a man and a CEO.
And right now, all I could hear was the not-so-quiet mumbles asking who I am and wondering how I ‘bagged him.’ I was remembering how dangerous this world is—where money is no object and no price is too high for information&md