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HAYES

I feel like I’m suffocating. Sitting here with Richard and his wife, and…this woman clinging to my arm whose name I can't even remember.

Who the hell is she again? Right, some prospective client who is interested in ordering my new set of children’s toys for her foundation.

She’s new in the city and, of course, that idiot Julian thought it would be a great idea to invite her to this party so