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excited
chauffeurs decided whether to park and wait or leave their rich
bosses while taking a few hours for themselves.
The red carpet
ushering the guests inside the modern entrance, was lined by camera
toting reporters waiting to capture every moment. When Victoria and
Florida’s richest and youngest bachelor emerged from the luxury
vehicle, Dawson realized he may have a problem. He was accustomed to
the limelight, but she was not. He could feel her hesitate, but the
valet had already driven off. It was too late.
Grasping her hand
tightly, Dawson hoped his grip was enough to reassure her it was
alright. Victoria was not that easily calmed. Leaning into him as he
held her hand, proved to be a photo op for the vulture journalists
and she knew that there was no turning back now. Plastering her
fakest smile on her cinnamon face, she braced herself for the
flashes.
They increased as
the happy new couple got closer to the carpet. She would not answer
questions, but Dawson was an attention hound and couldn’t
resist. Yes, he was happy with the success of DMC Theater live. Yes,
this was the start of new artistic ventures for DMC.
Who was the exotic
beauty accompanying him this evening one reporter asked and even
though her eyes told him not to he still answered. “This
stunning young woman is Victoria Jones, Owner of Palette and soon to
be creative food and beverage manager of my cinemas and theater.”
Victoria was certain
her eyes were bigger than saucers when he made the announcement. She
was not aware she was employed by anyone but herself. This revelation
was news to her.
The questions from
the reporters were now being targeted at Victoria, who simply smiled
and squeezed Dawson’s hand. She needed to get out of there.
Knowing she was uncomfortable, Dawson bid the reporters good night
and stepped inside the foyer of the club.
The fire in her eyes
had reached white hot heat and Dawson knew he was in trouble. He may
enjoy his punishment more than she would think. Holding her by the
waist, he put on his most boyish smile and said, “I am sorry
Victoria, I should have warned you about the press. “
Her response was
almost a hiss, “You could have warned me that I had a job as
well. I don’t like surprises and if you must know, I would
never work as an employee of yours. You are a prick.”
Passersby may have
mistaken it for a lovers embrace and Victoria’s smile would
have confirmed it. Dawson, however, knew otherwise. Forgetting about
the issue for a while, Victoria decided to enjoy the evening, even
with the egotistical Dawson in company. The main room was brightly
lit and a large area in the middle was reserved for dancing while
colorful linens draped the intimate table settings. It was gorgeous.
The club was half
full and bustling. Waiters and waitresses moved to and fro with trays
of sparkling liquid and bite sized treats while the guests mingled
and chatted. The live jazz band created a mood of harmony and all
attendees seemed happy. Their entrance didn’t go unnoticed -
well, maybe to Dawson, who didn’t really care, but Victoria
noticed the looks as people observed their tightly clasped hands.
Tonight would certainly be a lesson for her.
The reason for the
celebration was the thirtieth Anniversary of Project Generation, an
organization aimed at teaching entrepreneurship in schools. Victoria
got the impression the funds went to the private schools of the
privileged - she never heard of such an entity at any public ones.
From established
young models to old business tycoons milled about the room while even
more rich people entered. Dawson was pretty recognizable and stopped
every three steps to speak with someone. Despite all her judgments,
Victoria had to admit he was a gentleman. Every person he spoke to
was introduced to the creative director of Palette. A few of the
faces recognized her from the opening night and promised to call for
quotes. There were definite benefits to be had from mixing with
chauffeurs decided whether to park and wait or leave their rich
bosses while taking a few hours for themselves.
The red carpet
ushering the guests inside the modern entrance, was lined by camera
toting reporters waiting to capture every moment. When Victoria and
Florida’s richest and youngest bachelor emerged from the luxury
vehicle, Dawson realized he may have a problem. He was accustomed to
the limelight, but she was not. He could feel her hesitate, but the
valet had already driven off. It was too late.
Grasping her hand
tightly, Dawson hoped his grip was enough to reassure her it was
alright. Victoria was not that easily calmed. Leaning into him as he
held her hand, proved to be a photo op for the vulture journalists
and she knew that there was no turning back now. Plastering her
fakest smile on her cinnamon face, she braced herself for the
flashes.
They increased as
the happy new couple got closer to the carpet. She would not answer
questions, but Dawson was an attention hound and couldn’t
resist. Yes, he was happy with the success of DMC Theater live. Yes,
this was the start of new artistic ventures for DMC.
Who was the exotic
beauty accompanying him this evening one reporter asked and even
though her eyes told him not to he still answered. “This
stunning young woman is Victoria Jones, Owner of Palette and soon to
be creative food and beverage manager of my cinemas and theater.”
Victoria was certain
her eyes were bigger than saucers when he made the announcement. She
was not aware she was employed by anyone but herself. This revelation
was news to her.
The questions from
the reporters were now being targeted at Victoria, who simply smiled
and squeezed Dawson’s hand. She needed to get out of there.
Knowing she was uncomfortable, Dawson bid the reporters good night
and stepped inside the foyer of the club.
The fire in her eyes
had reached white hot heat and Dawson knew he was in trouble. He may
enjoy his punishment more than she would think. Holding her by the
waist, he put on his most boyish smile and said, “I am sorry
Victoria, I should have warned you about the press. “
Her response was
almost a hiss, “You could have warned me that I had a job as
well. I don’t like surprises and if you must know, I would
never work as an employee of yours. You are a prick.”
Passersby may have
mistaken it for a lovers embrace and Victoria’s smile would
have confirmed it. Dawson, however, knew otherwise. Forgetting about
the issue for a while, Victoria decided to enjoy the evening, even
with the egotistical Dawson in company. The main room was brightly
lit and a large area in the middle was reserved for dancing while
colorful linens draped the intimate table settings. It was gorgeous.
The club was half
full and bustling. Waiters and waitresses moved to and fro with trays
of sparkling liquid and bite sized treats while the guests mingled
and chatted. The live jazz band created a mood of harmony and all
attendees seemed happy. Their entrance didn’t go unnoticed -
well, maybe to Dawson, who didn’t really care, but Victoria
noticed the looks as people observed their tightly clasped hands.
Tonight would certainly be a lesson for her.
The reason for the
celebration was the thirtieth Anniversary of Project Generation, an
organization aimed at teaching entrepreneurship in schools. Victoria
got the impression the funds went to the private schools of the
privileged - she never heard of such an entity at any public ones.
From established
young models to old business tycoons milled about the room while even
more rich people entered. Dawson was pretty recognizable and stopped
every three steps to speak with someone. Despite all her judgments,
Victoria had to admit he was a gentleman. Every person he spoke to
was introduced to the creative director of Palette. A few of the
faces recognized her from the opening night and promised to call for
quotes. There were definite benefits to be had from mixing with
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