All around her, men and women chatted in groups under a dozen large chandeliers that scattered light over the formal wear of the thousands of attendees at this think-tank-style conference. She couldn’t remember the conference’s title. They’d all started to blur. She enjoyed public speaking, and while her appearances always improved donations to the Foundation, attending these events had grown tedious. This one might be less so. She wished she’d asked Eleanor what time her fantasy would begin. Would a man approach her at the cocktail party tonight? She was beginning to question adding the element of surprise to the mix. How long had it been since someone or something had truly surprised her? A tall man in a sleek tux approached them, his hand extended. “Gregory Hoffman, president of Monitor Electronics,” Evan whispered in her ear. “Greg.” She quickly shook his hand. “How lovely to see you. How are you enjoying Las Vegas?” “Ms. Adams,” he said, as if he weren’t a couple of decades older.
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