“So you don’t have one!” Blair cut me off, then turned to the guard. “This is exactly why you're not doing your job properly. I know this loser; he’s dirt poor and doesn’t even have an assistant! He’s just a stalker! Hurry up and throw him out!”
The guard glanced at me, then at Blair, before finally speaking. “Maybe we should wait for his assistant. A few cars just pulled into the parking lot.”
Blair’s face twisted in frustration, her plan crumbling. But then, her eyes sparked, and she suddenly called out, “Honey!” She turned to the guard and me, adding, “Don’t go anywhere! Wait until my husband gets here. You’ll see what happens next!”
Soon after, her husband arrived.
The moment I laid eyes on him, one thought flashed through my mind.
Wow. The man looked ancient; he could easily pass for Blair’s father.
As soon as he appeared, Blair clung to his arm, playing the damsel in distress. “Honey, thank God you’re here. This loser’s my ex; he’s been stalking me, harassing me. You’ve got to help me.”
“And that’s not all! This scumbag doesn’t even have an invitation, and security still let him in. They’re completely ignoring me!”
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