It was another one of those damn parties in the hills. He hated that these things were a part of his job and he had felt that way long before he scratched his own little niche out in the world. The obligation was what made it worse. His agent insisted. You have to go. Who was he to resist?
His drink sloshed over his hands and dripped onto the marble floo…
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