The latecomer. It was Charles. From the hotel.
Bev glanced at Katie. All these people who were staring, waiting for her to introduce herself, had paid their way to be there. Including him. She didn’t want to be seen as the freeloader who was only there because she won a drawing. If things had gone differently, it would have been someone else there in her place. Galactic Enterprises only cared that they received good publicity; they didn’t care who got it for them.
Katie nudged her. “They’re waiting for you to introduce us,” she whispered.
Bev started to stand up, then decided against it and sat back down. “I’m Bev and this is my friend Katie,” she said. “We’re
