David
I hate this.
This unreasonable feeling in my gut.
It's my engagement party.
Everything is going on perfectly as per the plan. The hall buzzes around me with low whispers as I walk into the embellishing surroundings. Everyone gives me an expectant smile, and it being my cue to mingle, but I hesitate. And I don't hesitate ever or rather I can't afford to hesitate, neither in my professional life nor in my personal life, because when you are in the position that I am in right now, you have to be alert. All these good-looking smiling people are just sharks dressed in fancy brands ready to tear you apart if they smell a whiff of blood.
Mr. Martin, my new investor, waves at me, and I wave back from my position still not taking a step toward him. Fortunately, his attention is caught by
