"Good evening. This is a checkpoint routine for the safety of everyone and the success of this event, may I have your names, the invitation, IDs, and confirmation emails, please."Noel was the one who talked and gave everything to the guard. They were so strict and were even asking for them to state
"Welcome, Sir Deffcon and Madame Mariah, you're in table number three, seats four and five. Enjoy the night and just ask the staff if you need anything." The party was extremely extravagant. It was nothing compared to what he had imagined. There was a lot of shiny adoration dangling on the ceilin
"Thanks for that. I needed to hear it," he said, appreciating her words. Mariah was sort of hard to read. There was a part of her that told him that she was a troublemaker and she didn't know what she was doing. But also a part of her seemed to be professional and had things up her sleeve. He c
"What's wrong with you?" Andrew looked up at Mariah who had come back to their table already. She had bullet sweats on her forehead trickling down her cheek. "No, what's wrong with you? What did you do? Why are you so sweaty?" He took tissue paper on the table and gave it to her. Her hand held
"It's not like that, but as long as I'm going to get something from your business, then I'm fine. Also, I had been there. No one believed in me, but look at me now. They are all regretting that they ignored me before.""From how I see it, you are lucky and extremely talented and smart which brought
The program started. It was just the usual boring party of these rich people, and Andrew couldn't do anything but watch. Though there wasn't really anything to do but watch until it was his turn but he just couldn't help but quietly judge the way the program of this party was arranged. "It's kind
"Shh. Stop acting like misbehaving peasants." Andrew and Mariah looked at their side and found the other people sharing the same table as them. They, except for one, were glaring sharply at the two of them for talking while someone was speaking in front. It was considered a disrespectful act, an
Andrew walked on stage with sweaty hands, he felt like even his armpits were sweaty and his face was red. The way his heart was beating wildly was making him wish he could run out instead of play, at least he would be able to make an excuse for why he suddenly ran away, it would do lesser damage t