Trust Me
“Stark halted in the middle of the dance floor and stood glowering at Desdemona. “What is it with you, anyway? Do you have to find work for every single one of your unemployed relatives? Can't any of them hold down a real job?”“Hush, you're causing a scene.” Desdemona glanced uneasily around the crowded room. “The jobs at Right Touch are real jobs?”It was after ten on Wednesday night, and the Arts for the Future Guild ball was in full swing. The glittering downtown hotel ballroom was thronged wi...th a curious mix of the elegant and the avant-garde as wealthy members of Seattle's social elite hobnobbed with a host of artists, actors, musicians, and writers. Tuxedoes and shimmering silk gowns mingled with tacky sequined jeans and studded leather bustiers.Stark seemed unaware of the impropriety of halting in the center of a dance floor. His attention was focused completely on the subject of Tony. “I know the guy is your stepbrother, but that's no reason to give him a job.”“Oh, come on, Stark, he's family.MoreLess
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