~Sara~ I drive down the road, thinking about what the new PA of mine told me at the office. “You’re bitter, angry at the world.” I scoff. Yeah right. Me? Bitter? Angry? I drive into the building, halt at the front, kill off the engine, then grab my purse from the passenger seat and look into the rearview mirror, making sure my makeup is still intact. I blow myself a kiss and push the door open, stepping down. My eyes land on the electronic signboard on the glass of the building. Fords Hotel, it says. I pull out the invitation card from my purse, look at it, glance back at the signboard, and sigh. The valet steps forward as I approach, and I toss him my keys. “Be careful with her,” I say, tapping my car lightly. “She’s a little temperamental.” He grins. “Don’t worry, ma’am. I’ll treat her like a queen.” I snort and walk into the building. Inside, the press have gathered, snapping pictures. As soon as they see me, they abandon the guest they were crowding and start bombarding
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