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Michael leaned against the bar with a bored expression on his face, sipping on his jack and coke as people mingled at the gala event. "It's only one little thing," he muttered to himself as he took another sip looking around the ball room, shaking his head in disappointment at his boredom.

A colleague shoots Kayle a sympathetic glance, noting the way she’s just fidgeting with the hem of her dress in the corner. This was definitely not the boss’ scene. She manages an awkward smile, and takes another sip of the punch she’s nursing, grateful for the bubble of empty space around her.

It was terrible manners to not show up to a gala as the firm’s newest partner…which was pretty much the only reason she’d shown up at all. 

She tucks another defiant blonde curl back behind her ear, clutching her cup like it will give her the solution she needs to escape. How long was it until leaving was perfectly polite? Was there an actual timespan for that? She squints at the punch for answers, and of course finds none.

Drat.

She tugs at her dress again, smoothing the layers of white and gold over her belly. Maybe she could hide in the bathroom for the entire party. Probably not.

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