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I look to ht and notice that my billionaire boss is a little apprehensive as well Well, this doesn’t make me feel any better! The car pulls up to the red carpet A door opens Mr Peak grabs oodness I step out to a flood of flashbulbs I look around and see A list movie stars, fashionistas and soraphers are even interested in little ole me

My boss steps out of the Maybach All of a sudden, the wave of lights hits both of us “Mr Peak! Mr Peak! Over here!” photographers scream Some of them scream, “How much money did you throw out onto the street?! How much enuine loss for words

Mr Peak grabs my hand and leans down “Get ready Now it starts,” my boss says as he lifts up e pause in the press line All of a sudden, all the photographers aim their cameras directly at me

“Who’s the girl?!” one of the photographers screarapher yells, “Is she farapher answers, “She will be by tohs

“Over here!” the photographers yell Mr Peak covertly nudges me forward I make a feard steps towards the red carpet One of the event handlers tells me to step on a little yell piece of tape in front of a ithVanity Fair logos TV caht at my body

“Who are you wearing?” one of the journalists asks

“Vera Wang,” I say nervously

“How long have you been dating Ryan Peak?” another reporter asks

I look atto me to answer I think about what et me the most press?

“Co Ryan Peak?!” the reporter asks aggressively

“None of your business,” I tell him

An audible gasp rises frohter

“You just got owned by that girl!” One of the journalists taunts