"Don't worry," Binky yawned, stroking his cheek with one finger, as she stood up and turned back to the desk. "Flowers and candy have magical properties. I've forgiven you. And Dad, well, he's putty in your hands. Must be nice to be the favourite, huh?"
Her assistant smirked, and flicked a finger at three separate piles of paperwork. "Always. Anyhow: RSVPs. Up-dated catering details and service staff. Entertainment. Everything that's set in stone is programmed into your tablet under the appropriate file. You know HR couldn't have done this right, right?" And he gave her a stern look.
Binky kissed his cheek: also inappropriate, but Nigel wasn't going to start up a sexual harassment suit anytime soon. "I really appreciate it," she said. "So much! You know how much I hate all this social hype and crap. And dealing with people. Bloody people. Plus your parties are way better than anything HR could ever come up with."
"Be careful, I'm getting more hetero every day," Nigel said fondly. "Your lovely trust funds compensate for your ta-tas and other female bits, more and more as time passes."
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Gold Digger Label
RomanceBinky Huckstable has a number of problems. A ridiculous name, for one. Her genius I.Q. (Not always a blessing.) An arid, meaningless lovelife. Being the CPO - Chief Product Officer - of her family's billion-dollar company. Oh, and the upcoming...