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Slowly, we wove through the evening traffic and took longer than necessary to get to the hotel. When we arrived, Mylee had regained her composure.
“Mr. Webb, Ms. Lynn,” the host greeted us. Mildly surprised, I glanced at Mylee, who appeared equally stunned that her name had been on the guest list. “Right this way, please. The senator has you at a very special table tonight.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. It was the same stupid spiel every time to every guest.
We were seated near the center of the room, an orchestra playing on the stage next to a flock of gold and black balloons.
“This is more like a retirement party than a fundraiser,” I sighed, hating these things.
But the politicians had to be sated like everyone else.
“That’s because most politicians are half-dead already,” Mylee piped in.
I snorted appreciatively, and we shared a smile before she again frowned at me. A moment later, our table was encased in various bodies, and charming Mylee was back in play again.
“I don’t know what you’ve been doing to these men, Ms. Lynn, but over the past few weeks, Silverpiece’s stock has jumped like no other time in history,” Jason Milner cooed at Mylee.
I saw how she tensed, but Mylee kept her professionalism and placed a hand on the stockbroker’s arm conspiratorially.
“Is that your way of telling me I should ask for a raise, Mr. Milner?” she joked.
The table whooped.
“And stock options, at the very least!” Jason howled, his cheeks aglow with the attention.
“Pardon me, Ms. Lynn?”
One of the bellhops stood next to the table, holding a small box wrapped in gold paper and a black bow. “This arrived for you.”
Mylee glanced at me, and I shrugged, noting that the paper matched the colors of the party theme.
“Oh, my,” Mylee joked. “Do I have a secret admirer?”
“Open it!” the dinner guests chanted eagerly.
Again, Mylee looked at me suspiciously, but I could only smile nonchalantly. I suspected that the senator had sent it to her and every other plus one, but there was no sense in ruining the mystery.
“Well, as much as I hate to divert attention from the guest of honor,” Mylee drawled, setting the box in front of her on the white linen. “I don’t think my curiosity will hold out until I get home.”
She cocked her head to the side as she unwrapped the bow. “What do you think it is? An elephant, perhaps?”
“A dildo!” Dave MacKay yelled out.
His wife slapped him on the back of the head, but Mylee only laughed graciously, pulling the paper neatly away to reveal a jewelry box.
“Mr. Webb, are you going to need to get down on one knee, sir?” someone cooed.
Mylee paled but maintained her smile as she removed the lid—
POUFF!
White powder wafted up to hit her in the face. Mylee stared at me, and I returned her shocked expression for half a second.
Then the screams began as Mylee crumpled to the ground, and utter chaos ensued around us.
CHAPTER16
Mylee
