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understood his “ruthlessness”.
                  How short sighted people were she thought closing her computer and taking the stairs to exit for the evening. When businesses were going under and industries were being bailed out he had saved jobs, Stacy thought, her admiration growing as she strode determined to buy a dress worthy of his arm.
                  Stacy had to wait two days for Friday night to come and by that time she was a bundle of nerves. She sat on the edge of her bed reapplying then dabbing off her lipstick repeatedly until finally she sat still. Horatius was right on time she reflected watching as he approached in a chauffeur driven Mercedes Benz. Half expecting a limo Stacy was only momentarily disappointed when she stepped into the spacious back seat.
                  “You look, stunning.” Horatius sat, arm stretched across the back seat, his tuxedo form making him look deliciously constricted.
                  “So do you.” She had scoured for days for the perfect dress finally settling on a navy blue ensemble that, if a little safe, flattered her.
                  Horatius laughed before saying, “I don’t think I’ve ever been called stunning before.” and with that the formality of the evening disappeared.
                  Stacy was so relieved she sank back more at ease, uncaring of wrinkles. They began a teasing tete a tete that lasted until the car door opened on their venue.
                  “Well,” He said holding out his hand, “are you ready?” He suggested lambs to the slaughter and for the first time she realised, he was not as confident as he appeared.
                  Stacy smiled with as much reassurance as she could and walked in to the large art museum.
                  The echoing foyer was a teaming mass of black. Beyond the guests the ornate fixtures gleamed gold and she found the art over shadowed by the marbled architecture.               Horatius escorted her through the masses speaking briefly with most but he never lingered long. She started to become aware of voices quieting as they approached each crowd and as the evening turned long, she started to instinctively feel when Horatius would move on. Each group would receive the polite introductions a small conversation on any given subject and then inevitably someone would mention the press, or his latest cut backs, or worse.
                  On one occasion he was unable to escape before a particularly thin lipped lady started insulting Horatius through Stacy,
                  “They really shouldn’t place a plus one on the invitations.” The embittered heiress gave her a pointed look as she continued, “Just who is this latest girl Horatius. Actually don’t bother. They come and go so often it’s hardly worth the required learning.”
                  Horatius finishing his conversation with a large burley man turned hearing the last from, what Stacy assumed was a former lover, and placed his hand on the small of her back. Leaning in he turned then to the burley gentleman and cut off the thin lipped lady.
                  “Stanley, may I introduce Stacy my future wife.” Stacy could only hear her own gasp as tingles ran through her body.
                  Stacy knew she should be furious with his false coverup but she couldn’t help her ecstatic feeling.
                  “What a sly boy.” Stanley pumped Horatius's hand vigorously and Stacy felt herself being led away moment’s later.
                  In a daze she turned to him, “You didn’t have to lie like that for me.”
                  “Who said it’s a lie.”
                  He looked so serious she forgot herself and stepped into his body tilting her head up to whisper, “Thank you for saving me