##2:Ivy Monroe
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Dominic Voss
I really hated going to charity gala's or whatever they were called.
I don't even know what I was even going for this one.
Usually, I would have somebody from my company just represent me but now I did not have a choice.
I needed some good publicity, my company had just gone through a Defamation lawsuit.
We needed as much good PR as possible. It did not mean I was going to escape questions or criticism.
But, being one of the highest donors at a charity gala, a prominent one. Would do more good than harm.
As soon as I stepped out of the limousine, the paparazzi flooded my face.
With their questions, camera flashes and of course their annoying criticisms.
"Mr Voss, is it true what they're saying? That your company is responsible for weapon distribution?"
Oh my god imagine that. Where on earth did these reporters get their news from?
I just ignored them as I tried to enter the building.
"Mr Voss, is it true you have a long list of women you love to play with?"
This was unbelievable, a personal jab at my personal life. Didn't they have any ounce of respect in them?
When I was at the verge of entering the building with the chauffeur opening the door for me. I turned, and spoke.
"Look, I really don't appreciate personal questions about my personal life but since this is a charity gala I might as well do a little charity. No, my company is not responsible for any weapon distribution and who I decide to sleep with it's none of your damn business"
I said as I smiled and entered the building.
I know that was not a good move. I just could not let them fly away with all the Propagandas they had made up.
"Bloody reporters"
I couldn't even imagine how their headlines would look tomorrow. I wasn't even prepared for it.
As soon as I went into the gala, it was the Regular suit and tie arrangement. With women in their elegant designer dresses.
There's really nothing to hear aside from the fact that: we're giving out money and speeches of course.
Immediately I was done with my speech, I stepped down from the podium with a glass of champagne in my hand, raising it to everyone who was clapping for me and smiling.
I really hoped that it overshadowed the other things I had said in tomorrow's headlines.
I looked at my wrist watch, I had to time in myself on when to leave this god forsaken place.
I was really avoiding any interaction with a high societal woman.
The rumors of me being a playboy didn't help matters either. It's almost like a magnet that pulls women close to me.
But I had learnt, just because they were close enough didn't mean they were good enough.
Right now, I wasn't looking for something serious. My taste buds were tired of these women who thought they were better than everyone and everything.
There were a few smiles and flirts here and there but I didn't want more rumors to add to the ones I had on my head.
Just when I was about to leave, something caught my attention. There was an obvious verbal and semi physical altercation between two women.
One was a waitress and the other was a rich bimbo.
Usually, I would walk away but something in me pushed me to the scene.
I worked a little hastily, to examine what was going on. It seemed that nobody assumed that the two should be separated.
As I got closer, I noticed that the rich bimbo held the waitress's hair in her hand, dragging her and something about that didn't sit well with me.
"Release her"
I said, sternly. Dragging all the attention towards my direction. I didn't like what was going on, especially with the waitress and the rich bimbo.
"You are still holding her hair, release it"
The rich bimbo instantly let go of the girl's hair.
"She poured champagne on my dress. Mr Voss, it's all her fault"
She said in her defense
"It doesn't matter, it's just a mistake. Just because, you're wealthy doesn't mean you have to treat people less"
Those are the last words I said before I took my leave.
As I stood outside waiting for my limousine, the waitress I had just saved came after me.
"Good evening sir, I really just want to thank you for standing up for me"
That was when I took my time to really look at her. She was beautiful, nothing like the women I see everyday.
Not dressed in designers or a suit. She was really different.
She was something I was looking for.
"It's okay. I'm glad I could help"
I lied. I didn't want to help. All that was all the show, my hope was that the reporters would make that cover the headline tomorrow.
But seeing her here, gave me an idea.
"What's your name?"
I asked.
"Ivy, Ivy Monroe"
"Nice to meet you Ivy"
I said as I entered my limousine.
***
The next day, I asked my secretary to do a little background check on her.
She looked pretty of course. Beauty was always an underlined factor. She had the different taste I had been craving for but I needed leverage.
"Good morning sir, this is a file you asked for"
My secretary handed me over a document.
"It's good. You can now leave"
I said as I collected it and started going through it.
From the looks of things she was quite intelligent. Finished top of our class, majored in marketing and has a sick mother.
That was the interesting part. The more I went further into the document. I found the leverage I needed.
Her mother. If I had anything in mind that I wanted her to do, there was only one way to make her do it.
Her mother: Grace Monroe was the key to getting myself a new play thing
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