𝙍𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 & 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡

Chapter 12: The Scottish delicacy

Chapter 12: The Scottish delicacy

We walk inside of the mansion after we took numerous pictures of us smiling, giggling, pretending in front of the media.

Carol shows us to our table, with the name tags in front of the china that, by the way, cost a big fortune per plate.

Ironic, because this is a charity-like event, and they spent way more than they give.

I hate it here. I wish I was anywhere but here.

"Hey Alyson," Sonia, the daughter of Simon Steiner the chairman of Steiner Law Firm, shrieks "I missed you, My dad told me that he went to the completion commemoration of the new Blessed Yvette's Hospital your parents were hosting last weekend. He and Mom were totally surprised!" she giggles. "They said it was like the who's-who of the top people in every field!"

I know, I was there at the dinners where the deals were struck. I wanted to tell her, but instead, I smile coyly.

"How did you manage to get the best neurosurgeon in europe and the best Cardiothoracic surgeon in the U.S.?" she asks, baffled.

"Well, we aim to please and to serve the people the best we can. Once we told them our true motives and that we can provide every equipment needed and every help they required..it was by then reduced to the problem of schedule.." I smile at her.

Actually, what got them to agree is the big fat check Oliver signs every month.

"Aww, if only more people like your family existed..." she sighs.

I'd kill myself.

"Well, anyway, my dad asked me to be sure to thank you for the amazing night, and the amazing work your father has done."

"Aw thank you so much, I hope you'll attend the next one with them," I smile and hug her briefly.

"Absolutely!" she goes back to her parents,

Dâmn, if only I can sanitize my body and brain from this encounter.

Everyone here, annoy me with their pretentious smiles and fake laughs, they're only sucking up to me and kissing my âss so they can get what they want from my parents.

It's always the same..

Not that I am one to judge... well maybe a little...Who am I kidding I am exactly like them, except my body and brain actually rejects this but I hide it, them? They invented that.

After we've been seated, the hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Donovan, start to speak to the crowd through the mic up on stage.

I finish my third cup of champagne by the time they finish their pre-made fake speech.

It's been twenty minutes and I already want to get out running before I stab the seventy-year old Mr.Stevenson, who has been eyeing me the entire time, in the balls with my silver fork.

I've been dragged out of my murderous thoughts by Carol talking to me "your parents are going to socialize, they said you're free to sit here if you want or join them, but I doubt you'll do that.." she sighs "If only you're a bit more like your sister.."

Have you noticed when she says 'you're free' like I'm a goddâmn prisoner? and the last part of her speech?

She is just asking for it.

"If only your mouth served its purpose and not lock with every rich guy's penis you come across.." I sigh drinking my froth champagne glass, "but you see we can't always get what we want." I smile at her red face "I'll stay here. Off you go."