~Zane"Hi Zane, looking good," I heard someone say. Probably one of my father's friends or one of their kids. But I couldn't respond to them, as I was trying to avoid someone. Suddenly, I heard that high-pitched scream. "Zane!" Shit! She found me. Slowly, I turned back to see her approach, her tall curvy figure clad in a full-length red dress with spaghetti straps, her auburn hair, primed to wavy perfection from multiple hair products, I was sure. "Hey, Finny," I greeted. "Happy birthday, and congratulations," I finished, shifting slightly on my feet with the desire to leave her presence. "Thanks, darling. But you didn't bring me a gift?" She asked, her full red lipstick-painted lips, pulled into a pout. I stayed silent at the question. The truth was I wasn't here for her. I didn't even want to be here, if not for Dad pressuring me. Dad had informed me that he had something very important to tell me, concerning my working in his company and ultimately inheriting it, and he h
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