RedHairedandFriendly
Too much red on Red?
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Randy Reporting
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“He’s next,” the young woman in the sleek black gown whispered into her cell phone. “He’s wearing what looks like an Armani Suit, black shoes and gold cuff links... Yeah, he’s wearing that cocky grin too. He looks like a million bucks, then again he’s worth several... So are you though. Are you sure... I’m sorry. Of course you’re sure.”
Marie looked around and noticed Abby Wentworth, heir to the several diamond mines, grinning wide as she won the bid for Taylor Adams, the Senator of Ohio’s eldest son. “Game time, Connie,” Marie said and closed the phone.
She took her place at the back of the room, nodding her head toward the auctioneer, who knew she was to have his attention throughout the bidding for Randolph Foster, CEO of the Chicago Sun-Times.
Laughter came from the stage and she knew she’d missed one of Foster’s cocky jokes. She smirked wondering how long it would take for Connie to wash that look from his face. He slipped off his jacket, slowly spun around to show off his sculptured torso. Connie was going to be very happy with her purchase, at least she thought she would be... Marie had doubts.
The bidding began and soon Marie was caught up in the thrill of purchasing Foster for her long-time college friend. She continued to raise her manicured palm, never flinching as the bid began to rise at an alarming rate. Connie could afford it, but no one knew she was bidding for Connie. Marie also wasn’t known to the elite of Chicago, but she’d come with an invitation and that was all she needed to get into the Charity Auction.
Connie had called her several weeks ago and begged her to attend the auction. There was a gentleman that was going to put up on the plate and she wanted him. Marie knew what “wanted” meant. She and Connie were cut from the same cloth, two peas in a pod. She’d happily agreed and flew into Chicago, stayed in Connie suite at the Hilton and then when the big night came to pass, Connie waited patiently, or as patiently as she could in her condo on the shores of Lake Michigan.
Soon Marie felt a squeeze on her knee and she jerked slightly, chastising herself for becoming lost in the thoughts of her and her friend and all the things they had done together as roommates. “Yes?” she asked the beautiful brunette that had touched her.
“You won,” she whispered.
Marie grinned wide and turned to look at the striking man that was walking toward her. “Yes, it looks like I did.” She rose and presented her hand to Randolph. “Mister Foster, how lovely to meet you. Come let us find a more suitable place to get acquainted. You may call me Marie.”
She slipped her arm around his and led him away. Soft chuckles of congratulations were tossed left and right, accompanied with whispers as to who the woman was and what had possessed her to place fifteen thousand on cocky and arrogant Randolph Foster.