That’s exactly what I needed to hear. With one sentence, this gentleman has given me faith in mankind. Not in Gabriel, but inothermen-kinds. Holding my head high, I say in full voice. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome, my dear. You remind me of my Sheila. She was the most beautiful woman I ever saw and I was lucky to be married to her for sixty-one years. You’ll find someone worthy of you. I promise.”
I hug the man, “I’m Lexie. What’s your name?”
“Kenneth. Kenneth Griffin, Sr.”
“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Grif…”
“Ken. Please call me Ken.” Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulls out a card. “Call me if you ever need rescuing again.”
I smile. I will. Thank you, Mr., uh, Ken.”
In the taxi, I pull my phone out of my purse. Courage, Lexie.
Me: I’m not doing this anymore. After the gala thing tomorrow night, I’m done.
Cammy:Why? What’d he do?
Me:It doesn’t matter.
Cammy: Yes, it does. Tell me. Not as his P.R. person. As your best friend.
I’m not going to type outthattext message and I can’t call her. I’m so close to tears she’ll be able to hear the wobble in my voice.
Me: In a little over a week, he’s made me feel worse about myself than I have in eleven years. I don’t need this right now.
Cammy: What happened this morning?
She knows we had the interview this morning because she arranged everything.
Me:Read the article.
Cammy:Come on Lex.
Me: Just tell him. After the gala, I’m done.
Cammy: Fine. I’ll tell him.
