To the ravishing and elegant Mrs Megan Robinson the party had become such a bore with strange women prying into her life and giggling unnecessary, unlike her mother inlaw Megan hated these elite gossips all they did was brag about what they had and back-bite their peers.
Her husband on the other hand engrossed himself in one conversation after another with mostly formidable politicians and business moguls who were hoping to get financial backing and build stronger partnerships when he finally takes over the position of President of Kings group.
Megan smiled misheviously she could see the finish line clearly.
She couldn't stop painting the images of his inauguration in her mind.
Her growling stomach attracted both her attention and that of the gossiping women.
"Dear, can I get you something to eat?" Carlie Constatine asked with ingenuine concern.
This was Megan's chance to slip away from the wolves in expensinve sheep's clothing
