He dismissed what I said with his silence. “Are you busy next Saturday night?”
“I think I have a shift at the bar.”
“You have a new job, remember?”
“Oh yeah… But I still need to put in my two-week notice—”
“You don’t owe them s**t. They’ll get another pretty girl to take your spot in a day.”
I still felt bad about taking the handout, but it wasn’t like I was taking cash straight out of his wallet. I needed to move on and rebuild the life that had been taken from me. “Why are you asking?”
He reached for a card on his desk, a champagne-pink invitation with gold writing. “I’ve got this gala at Luxembourg Palace. I’d like you to come with me.” He tossed it back on the desk.
“Do you normally bring a date to these things?” He didn’t seem like the kind of guy to attend parties in the firs
