I clutched my little purse tightly as I half-stormed, and half-stumbled out of that fancy ballroom. The tears were already spilling down my cheeks, staining my carefully applied makeup into a raccoon-eyed mess.
Screw Alex and his bigshot world. Screw Polo Enterprise. Screw all of it.
"Ms McDermott?" A voice made me jump as I pushed through the hotel's revolving doors to the valet area. It was one of the doormen, an older black guy in a fancy uniform.
He gave me a concerned look. "Mr. Hernandez requested a car for you whenever you were ready to depart."
I couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh at that. What is Alex all about? Has his sad little help delivered home safe and sound after demolishing her self-esteem?
No thanks," I told the doorman, mustering as much poise as
