<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2F6oGdEZi&amp;hash=1946b8f7231b5a651f3019b762c1be37" href="https://imgur.com/6oGdEZi" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Noah</a>? Noah?"<br/>
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The voice seemed like it was a million miles away. Noah's eyes opened suddenly and he looked around, his heart beating fast in his chest. He rubbed his eyes with a small groan. The limousine turned to the left still in route to their destination. He gave the woman a small smile.<br/>
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"Sorry must have dozed off mother," he said through a yawn.<br/>
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<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2F7iOcbT8&amp;hash=8b6322d132792abd12adf53ad73e843c" href="https://imgur.com/7iOcbT8" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Diane</a> swiped a dark curl off her face giving him a look of concern. She placed her hand on his cheek and forehead frowning. "You've been tired lately? Is work getting to be too much now? I know when we bought that new venue there would be stress. But I'm worried about my son."<br/>
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Noah sighed shaking his head. He knew what he was getting into taking over his father's company. But he loved it. So many challenges were ahead. He wanted it to be the best around. Everyone would want to hire Royal Special Events.<br/>
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"I'm fine. Working on a huge marketing project right now. A new ad campaign for-"<br/>
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"Hopefully tonight you may find someone," Diane interrupted.<br/>
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Noah audibly groaned. "Mother. Really? It's an office party."<br/>
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She shrugged looking out the window. "Well it can't hurt. No son of mine is going to be bachelor. I want marriage in the future."<br/>
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Noah just sighed once more as he looked out the window. Three years. Three years and his feelings had yet to change. This obsession with him finding someone. After his horrendous breakup with Charlotte Woodrow, Diane had been hunting for another woman to take her place. No likely.<br/>
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The limo stopped in front of the museum. The driver got out to open their door. He slid out the car, hand ready for his mother to grab as she got out after him. She took a hold of his arm, her white teeth gleaming as the flashes went off.<br/>
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"Smile Noah honey."<br/>
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"You said he would be here by now <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimgur.com%2FaYjtSyG&amp;hash=94a9468c26014391ee647d46d9f4124a" href="https://imgur.com/aYjtSyG" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Gus</a>!"<br/>
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The man cut his towards her sipping his champagne flute. Happy hour was still in full affect and the employees were enjoying their time to relax. He wanted to take full advantage of the bar. Except he had one problem.<br/>
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This woman would not stop pestering him. When she realized Gus hadn't drove in with Noah, she buzzed around him trying to know when he would arrive.<br/>
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"Hun. Relax. Have a drinks. It's a party. Lord knows you need it."<br/>
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She hissed tugging down the hem of the dress she wore. Much too short for a company party, but who was he to judge. She was here for one thing only. Good luck to her.<br/>
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"Where's your sister?"<br/>
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"Minding her own business," she sneered snatching a drink off the platter. Lisa sipped on the drink greedily. <br/>
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Murmurs grew louder as she heard that Noah and his mother had arrived. Gus set his drink down and went to see about the boss. Being his assistant was demanding, more so Diane made sure to run him ragged, but overall he liked Noah.<br/>
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"Hello sir. Ma'am. We have table for you up front," Gus directed as they followed him. Noah waved to the employees as they wove through the crowd.<br/>
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