What a weird night. That could have outgunned Capone’s bachelor party. If he had one. I’m thinking that’ll be my lucky red dress from now on. And lucky underwear. Lucky bobby pins. I must have been a journalist in another life.
There must have been 500 people at the ball, and I met about 300. All who have an unforgettable connection to me. Not a bad day’s work. At least I’ll have something to cheer up my boss after this impromptu “sabbatical.” We could always use a couple hundred more contacts. Ha! But who is this Westin guy? He was a little too closed mouth about what was going on with that panic-striken guest..
And the Mayor! I can’t believe he’s gone. I mean, really gone. There was no body on the sidewalk. Just a pool of blood. How does that even happen? Do James and I need to treat his request for help like a dying wish? I don’t know. We’ll see where we get with Westin first.