“Here’s the $64,000 question, Rob — why the hell are we here?”
“Well, you’re here because these types of parties are too depressing to attend alone. I’m here because Tony and I work together and even though we have nothing in common, we’re required to fake it. That’s corporate America.”
“Oh my, here comes the birthday cake,” Adam sighed, as Tracie dutifully paraded the cake into the living room.
“That’s a good sign.” Rob’s eyes followed the cake’s migration toward the center of the living room.
“Why?”
“Because the party will begin to clear out within minutes after the official birthday celebration is concluded. We can leave then with our reputations intact.”
The guests were fixated on Tony’s store-decorated birthday cake. It momentarily diverted their attention, serving as a reprieve from the small talk.
“Who are those two guys standing over there by the kitchen?” one woman whispered to Megan.
“The dreamy, dark-haired one is Adam Winter,” Megan said affectionately.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“He’d like to be, but he’s playing games. He wants me to chase him.”
“Who’s the shorter guy next to him?”
“That’s his friend, Rob something or other.”
“He’s got a great nose.”
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