John Fame watched her back as she exited the car, a slight smile crept onto his face as he, too, stepped out.
Such high-end business gatherings do not allow the media inside. Even more stringent is the top-level security—a fly wouldn't even dream of making it through.
Lissy Lock was the first to exit the car. Her face was expressionless but her eyes were sparkling as she surveyed her surroundings.
The red carpet, the journalists, the ceaseless spotlights.
She never thought that she would ever stand in such a place, in front of so many people.
Her heart was racing, but she had to remain calm.
Lissy lowered her gaze to her hemline, a few strands of her hair, fell loosely on her forehead.
The journalists raised their cameras and aimed them at her. But as they prepared to snap pictures, they exchanged puzzled looks.
"Who is that...?"
"I've never seen her before?"
"I have absolutely no idea who she is..."
"Hey, that car looks like Mr. Fame's..."
"Wow! It's Mr. Fame's car!"
