DREA“Miss Drea Hart?” He asked, looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face.The familiar churning I felt in my stomach settled in. Somehow, this man’s presence made me nervous.“Yes. That’s me.” I said slowly, my eyes staring at his with caution.He cleared his throat once more, extending his arm out for a handshake.“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Hart. I am Andrew Smith — but you can call me Mr Smith.” He introduced.I stared at his outstretched hand like it was a foreign object I wasn’t supposed to touch, thinking about the reasons why the man dressed in a suit — Mr Smith was talking to me.Ivanka clearing her throat seemed to bring me back to reality as I looked at her, her eyes gesturing towards the man’s outstretched hand and nudging her head towards it. She wanted me to shake it.I wiped my palms on my jeans and slowly shook him, laughing nervously to break the tension.“It’s nice to meet you too Mr Smith.” I finally responded, his cold but firm hand releasing mine.
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