OPHELIA
The storm had been building all night.
It wasn't just in the sky though. No, it felt like it was everywhere. In the room, in the fact that all the people at the investor dinner seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for something to break.
By dessert, the lightning beyond the glass walls was flashing like paparazzi lights, and the rain was loud enough to almost cover the sound of the string quartet.
“It seems like it's going to be a cold night tonight,” one of the investors beside me, Jones I think was his name, said as he took a sip from his wine.
“Yeah,” I nodded with a tense smile as I turned my head the other way expecting him to take the cue and stop talking to me but of course he did the opposite and ran his mouth.
“A fine gentleman isn't he?” He said, turning to f
