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I took his black platinum card and ran my eyes over it.

– Mr. Moreau? Right?

– That’s right.

– It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Moreau!

– Likewise, Miss Spikes!

– I apologize for dragging you into this adventure. I’m really sorry that you had to spend so much money on such a little contrivance.

– It’s okay. It was kind of fun. It’s not every day that you get something really valuable, like this brooch.

We were standing by the champagne table, which we approached as we walked out of the auction hall. My lifeguard was eight inches taller than me, if not more. I was standing with my head held high, and my neck was starting to hurt.

The man was not only tall, but also quite good-looking, so many of the ladies present, threw intrigued looks at him. I was a little taken aback myself when I finally got a good look at my neighbor, after the tension had finally subsided in my whole body. Apparently I was so used to ignoring the people around me that now any of them became, in my eyes, impersonal.