n art museum where I was a prominent board member. It was my world,

He was pointing out the art installations, explaining the complex menu to her as if she were a child. The

ure of awe and adoration. She was wearing a dress that was a little t

ends, my smile perfectly in place. I spoke with the mu

ng a rare truffle I had personally sourced through the fou

a special thank you for our benefactor. Mrs. Scott has pers

the room. Waiters moved efficien

t for

e, empty-handed. The director's v

r puppy' s sensitive stomach after its... recent rich diet. She said

e to the prosciutto was subtle enough for plausible deniability, but the mess

intern shattered, replaced by raw, public humiliation. She push

he room. He started to rise, but a client at his

was exquisite. I had won the battle, but I felt a col