"I really need you. You're the only one I know who can get the job done. Louis is too reckless and Russ isn't meant to be on the field." He said referring to the two. I sigh and hold my hand out as he shakes it.
"If it's too much I'm gone immediatel...
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"Allow me to introduce myself-" I hold my hand up.
"Introductions won't be needed tonight sir." He chuckles and slightly ignores me.
"Nice to meet you. Daniella Bozzolli." He snickered when I didn't shake his hand.
"Quite rude of your husband to leave his beautiful wife all alone. If that's really your husband that is." I tried to remain calm while also cursing Russ for flirting with that woman.
"I wandered off without him knowing. It's my fault." He chuckles.
"Right but let's get back to you. Why're you here tonight." I just had to remember the answers we were given before we came here.
"My husband was sent an invitation. We had to show up, business is business." He nods before circling me and taking a sip of his drink every once in a while.
"You look mighty familiar Daniella. I feel I've seen you before." I glance at him with a blank expression.
"I doubt it I don't get out much."
"I wouldn't remember such a face if you didn't." He said trying to read my expressions.
"Good thing I don't hm?" I clutch my clutch tight just in case I have to kill this man.
"You're holding onto this identity so tight. I already know you since I did a business deal with your boss. He owes me a lot of money." My heart beat quickens.
"That has nothing to do with me Spade. I'll be taking my leave now." He chuckles as I walk away.
"I'll see you on the dance floor Dion." I almost freeze up at him saying my last name.
This is definitely a code red. I walk with a purpose back to the main dance hall and scanned the room for Russ. He was nowhere to be seen which is a first since he's a walking beanstalk. I face palm and sigh before continuing to search for him.
"Mrs. Bozzolli! Having a good time?" Mr. Spade asked me.
"Yes, you've arranged a wonderful party Mr. Spade." He waved me off playfully.
"Please call me Lenard. Where is Mr. Bozzolli? I swear I just saw him at the table." I was stuck and had to think on my toes but telling the truth would really cut me some slack.
"I walked away from him to go to the bathroom so I have no idea." He gives me a contemplative hum.
"If I see him I'll point him right your way. How dare he just leave his wife here when a beautiful song is about to start!" Mr. Spade is very expressive and passionate I'll give him that.
