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"No . . . No. . . No. . ." A woman said dismissing each option she was presented with. She sat behind a desk in her home office flipping through files her friend had presented her. "I don't want someone who is going to fail," She said in a stern voice, "All of these men will undoubtedly fail at one point or another. I need someone who is . . . reliable and fail proof." Mr. Andrews shifted his weight from one foot to another at her words. The woman's pure blue eyes flickered to this action as she tossed the files on her desk walking over to him.
She walked slowly running her fingers through her nearly midnight black hair as her heels clicked on the tiles. "You already knew that I wouldn't approve of the men you brought for me to look at," She said making it clear that this wasn't a question. "Why would I do that?" He said amusement in his voice. "Why indeed?" She asked smiling at him. Just then her cell phone rang cutting through the air around them. Sighing deeply the woman glanced to her desk where her phone lay.
"You have someone perfect in mind for me," She said in a knowing voice walking away from him. "Please have them meet me at the art gallery fundraiser tomorrow night. I'll be wearing a blue dress with a silver clutch," She instructed as she flipped open her cell phone dismissing her friend until another time. This meeting was all business, next she'd make sure their meeting was a little less formal.
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Constance Marino walked confidently around the gallery admiring the art along the walls. She was wearing a full length off the shoulder dress that flowed just past her heels. Her dark hair hung around her shoulders in soft curls though her diamond earrings sparkled through the strands. Taking her phone out of her clutch she checked the time knowing it was still early. Only 9 o'clock. Sighing she replaced it and continued walking pausing at Georgia O-Keeffe's painting entitled The Lake.
This event would hold a small test for whoever would be meeting her here. She trusted Andrew's judgment. They'd been friends for a long time so Constance knew he wouldn't disappoint her. However waiting was never her specialty. She nodded and smiled sweetly at the waiter who was offering champagne.
Taking a sip from the elongated glass she looked around the room. This event was high end to say the least. It was one of those stuffy affairs in Constance's opinion. Invitation only, formal wear mandatory, champagne and caviar. It was boring in other words though she had an obligation as a contributor to show her face and play nicely. Sighing deeply she looked back at the painting a polite expression on her face.
Constance:
Painting:
She walked slowly running her fingers through her nearly midnight black hair as her heels clicked on the tiles. "You already knew that I wouldn't approve of the men you brought for me to look at," She said making it clear that this wasn't a question. "Why would I do that?" He said amusement in his voice. "Why indeed?" She asked smiling at him. Just then her cell phone rang cutting through the air around them. Sighing deeply the woman glanced to her desk where her phone lay.
"You have someone perfect in mind for me," She said in a knowing voice walking away from him. "Please have them meet me at the art gallery fundraiser tomorrow night. I'll be wearing a blue dress with a silver clutch," She instructed as she flipped open her cell phone dismissing her friend until another time. This meeting was all business, next she'd make sure their meeting was a little less formal.
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Constance Marino walked confidently around the gallery admiring the art along the walls. She was wearing a full length off the shoulder dress that flowed just past her heels. Her dark hair hung around her shoulders in soft curls though her diamond earrings sparkled through the strands. Taking her phone out of her clutch she checked the time knowing it was still early. Only 9 o'clock. Sighing she replaced it and continued walking pausing at Georgia O-Keeffe's painting entitled The Lake.
This event would hold a small test for whoever would be meeting her here. She trusted Andrew's judgment. They'd been friends for a long time so Constance knew he wouldn't disappoint her. However waiting was never her specialty. She nodded and smiled sweetly at the waiter who was offering champagne.
Taking a sip from the elongated glass she looked around the room. This event was high end to say the least. It was one of those stuffy affairs in Constance's opinion. Invitation only, formal wear mandatory, champagne and caviar. It was boring in other words though she had an obligation as a contributor to show her face and play nicely. Sighing deeply she looked back at the painting a polite expression on her face.
Constance:
Painting: