Get Rich Or Cry Trying (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Get Rich Or Cry Trying (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 14:59:53</strong>
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				The Benedict foundation fundraiser ball was said to be one of the most lavish parties thrown in LA each year. Run by the Benedict foundation which was a major investment firm who was best known for funding start up businesses and then using the vast majority of its interest to fund projects that helped people from third world companies.<br><br>The fundraiser ball was the biggest of these events. The guests consisted of the wealthiest business owners from across the world, celebrities from all kinds of entertainment branches and all the businesses set up by the Benedict foundation. The host, none other then Allen Benedict himself, a seventy two year old man with a large fluffy white beard and a booming laugh that gave him the "santa's more business minded brother" spent most of his time walking around and welcoming his guests and famalies and encouraging them to mingle and make donations to whatever charity works he had displayed at the party.<br><br>&nbsp;(http://www.hot2me.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Romulo-Pires-587x311.jpg)<br><br>Nathaniel Makenzie grinned as Allen Benedict shook his hand and asked him about his work "its going great Allen thank you. I couldn't have done it without you. The only question now is when will i be seeing you in the store preparing for some kind of mountain climbing event?" Allen laughed and clapped Nathan on the shoulder "depends on when you can spare yourself the time to teach me" the two laughed again before Allen had to excuse himself to greet more guests. <br><br>Still grinning Nathan set down his now empty champaighn glass and went to see if he could find anyone else that he knew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Get Rich Or Cry Trying (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Luvan95</strong> on <strong>30-07-2014, 21:07:58</strong>
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				(http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0CE_CNlWEWc/UP6CcwL_k0I/AAAAAAAARB0/5p075SM4GzQ/s1600/Alana+Blanchard+(18).jpg)<br><br>The only reason Kai Palea had agreed with her fathers wish for her to represent him and the "Kahakai Hotels" at the yearly Benedict foundation fundraiser, was that she knew how many rich men there were gonna be there. Unknowingly her father had given her the perfect opportunity to find a guy that could definitely help her keep her free lifestyle, now that her father wouldn't anymore.<br><br>She was standing by one of the high tables that wear placed around the very large main room of the party, sipping on a of glass of champagne, looking out at all the different people that was moving around, talking to eachother.<br><br>"Miss Palea." A very familiar gruff voice of a man made Kai look up. Seeing Allen Benedict walking up to her, she smiled. "Mr. Benedict. How lovely to see you. Beautiful party this year as always." She said, and shook his hand as he stopped at her side. "Thank you very much my dear. I was sorry to hear that old Ano couldn't make it here this year, but at least we get a gorgeous young lady like yourself to keep us company instead. I must say that you&nbsp; look lovely in that dress, dear." As he said the last compliment he motioned to the black little dress (http://cdn.c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000wibfNDH372E/s/860/860/alana-blanchard-Joli-HV18608.jpg) she was wearing."Thank you so much. And my father gives his best regards as well." She said and gave the old man a big smile, before he excused himself and continued making his way through the crowd. <br><br>Kai took another sip of her drink, as she looked out over the crowd again. Suddenly there was something that caught her interest. A younger man, tall and with dark hair, walking around through the other people. His look was very familiar, and she just had to know if it was how she though. Kai took her glass in hand, and walked up to him, confident in her steps. <br><br>"Excuse me, but are you by any chance Nathaniel Makenzie? The owner of Trident sporting goods." She asked, giving him a smile.
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