“Good to see you, Mr. Have you met any of the family?”
“It’s been interesting. Upton,” she said, her voice thick with honey. Once completely drained, Erin sat back up, dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a finger, and sucked any residual fluids off while giving me a Cheshire cat grin. The far end had a lit stage with multiple chairs laid out in a row. “Don’t worry,” Karl said, “I’ll be up there with you to keep you from making any blunders.”
With that, the pair left me and my small entourage on our own. “There you go,” Helen said as she handed me the paper. “I filled Chloe in on some of your personal life,” Erin said with a shit-eating grin. Bobbi’s breathing began to quicken. When she pulled up, there was another member of my security detail who got out and opened the door for us. Seriously, there had to be at least a thousand people in this room! I stepped forward, reached up with one hand, and closed my fingers around her throat. You must be the man of the hour himself, Marcus Upton!”
He spoke with a proper British accent that you might hear from a butler in a movie, and smiled with his eyes and mouth.
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