Georgina Point of View I go downstairs, and the maid leads the way. I looked outside, and my jaw dropped looking at the limousine. Is my secretary that crazy? I chuckled and texted her. I waited for minutes, and we had already reached the venue, I guess? I look around, and there is no one. The driver opens my door, and I thank him. He parks the car in the parking lot. I looked around, and I finally saw signage. I followed the arrows. I look around, and the place is impressive. I opened the door in the hall, but it was so dark. Someone held my hand. “Let go!” I scream and pull my hand. “Georgina,” I know that voice.
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