A half an hour later with forced smiles, false compliments, and conversations around me had me robotically answering questions with enough information to not lead to too much gossip of where I have been the last few months. It was the way I had been taught and molded to survive these events. An act that was not at all my real personality. As much as I disdained the ‘fake’ I knew it protected me and was necessary for survival. An unfortunate skill and nothing more. If I was going to one day be the head of De Lourie businesses, then that skill will need to be sharpened like a knife.
Needing a break from it all I walked away from some woman intent to ask me about the good-looking guest following me, Alex Hayes, and went to study a few pieces of art work. The Temple of Dendur in the center o
