“Everyone who matters is here, of course,” he said. “John D. Rockefeller, Charles Spencer Chaplin and Coco Chanel. I could go on.”
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“We do not want to keep my guests waiting.” John took one last puff. The floor lurched furiously. “What on earth was that?”
“Is it an earthquake?” Miss Young was at John’s side again. “Don’t leave me baby, I love you, I need you!” She began to kiss his neck. The floor shook again.
“An earthquake in New York City?” John stubbed out his cigar and looked around in alarm. “Ridiculous!”
“I’m afraid the ceiling is caving in, sir.” The man’s voice sounded muddled.
“What, this can’t be happening!” John cried out, “I have to make my speech!” He shook the woman off his arm and tried to run, but his legs were heavy as lead. He could only move as fa
