After torturing Mikhail the entire afternoon with numerous cloth choices and spending more money than one normally would on clothes, she had him change clothes and they headed for the next dinner event. It was more private than the first one, with less than 30 people in the room.
As usual, Louis caught everyone’s eyes with the low cut long red dress she wore. She had on her signature deadpan expression as she walked in, noticing more people talking. Since she didn’t come the last time, they were sure to talk, especially the ones at the top.
Before long, she was surrounded by the executives.
“Executive Marshal, your absence was felt last night”
“Admit it, you hate seeing my face, Executive Quinn”
“Of course not. Your face is lovely when your lips aren’t moving”
“I’m not sure where
