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I’m about to lose control. I have to get out of here while I still can. “I have to go…”
“You can’t,” he tells me. I feel a canyon open inside me.
“Wait,” I tell him. “Just one minute? Please?”
His face darkens.
I’m frantic, scurrying like an idiot, bumping into people, hunting for Marina in the thick crowd of dancers and revelers. Eventually I see her. I hurry over.
She’s beaming and doesn’t let me speak. “I don’t know how you got him to dance. He’s got a fearsome reputation. He’s known as the most unapproachable entrepreneur in business. Among the tech crowd, that really is saying something.”
“Oh.” I’m astounded. “And you just sent me out there to meet him on a stage? You fed me to him. Right?”
She looks serene, but her foot shifts and twists onto its side. Rich people and their games.
“Marina, I have to leave.” I’m starting to panic about the time.
“Yeah, you said.” Her voice is flat. “You have to change.”
“I don’t have time. I can bring the dress back…” Wait—not tomorrow, I can’t… “I can send it.” I’m feeling actual pain at the thought of letting the dress go.
Her head is shaking from side to side. “That won’t do. The clothes are all couture exclusives. The designers won’t allow them off this floor. There’s no way they can leave the building.”
I look at my phone. I’m late. “Then I have to go and change now.”
Marina melts back into the crowd as I dash to find my way to the dressing room. It’s locked. I pull on the doors, but I can’t get them to move.
I run back to find a security guard. “I have to get into the dressing room.”
He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Sure you do.”
“Really. I have to change and get out of here. It’s really urgent.”
“Yeah? Well, I’ll need some authority. Bring a designer. Or Ms. Boudreaux.”
My eyes are stinging. “Please.”
He shrugs.
“What’s happening?” Paulo appears and my heart soars.
I’m panting and on the edge of tears while he convinces the guard to unlock the changing room and let me in.
I’m going to have to leave straight away. I won’t even have a way to contact him. Ram.
Still. What does it matter?
That arrogant dick will have forgotten about me before I get home, if he hasn’t already.
Chapter Nine
Ram
After about ten minutes, I’m impatient. I hate to be kept hanging. There are things I have to clear up with little miss Ella.
I storm through the crowd, avoid all the outstretched hands and mouths open with questions.
Finally, I find Marina. “Where is she?”
