I hate social events, then why am I here? Because I knew I have potential customers for my business. So I walk into the ridiculous venue with my team member as my plus one- why her? because I can only tolerate her presence, others give me a migraine, she is my anchor in the storm but I would never admit it to her, I like seeing her nostrils flare and cheeks flush when I mess with her.

The whole venue drips with money, narcissism, and bitchiness. I make talks with a few renowned men. Time passes and I find myself with another woman, I have no clue how I ended up in this situation, but her laughter is like chalk grating on blackboard, my ears beg me to leave, hell my whole body is screaming for me to do so, her long pointy nails scratching my expensive suit and my jaw clenches, my grip on the glass tightening, I look around for my women only to find her back at our designated seat.

I excuse myself and make a beeline to her "hey princess, we can head home, I am done making my presence here." She scoffs and gets from her seat, picks her purse and makes her way to the exit, I smirk, my princess is jealous. I rush to her and grab her arm.