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I blink and step away from the red-headed giant

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rhet asks as he pulls the giant into a hug.

The giant winks over Rhet shoulder “I came in to check on my mom, and also I’m a sponsor for Smiles for Miles.”

The giant steps away first, while Rhet steps to the side of me.

“I was thinking we can have lunch together after this is all over?” The giant smiles at me again.

Rhet dips into his pocket and takes out his phone “Sure let me just, cancel a meeting with-,”

“Bro I’m not talking to you,” he picks up my hand and kisses it “I’m talking to this beautiful lady right here. I’m Cole by the way. One of his best friends”.

My smile spreads across my face, he is charming.

Rhet pulls my hand away from Cole and drops it back to my side, “One of my dead best friends if this continues.”

“I’m Zeeta” I peep around Rhet.

“You don’t want me talking to your PA?” Cole rubs his bottom lip as he continues to stare at me.

“I don’t want you fucking my PA.” Rhet grumbles

Cole laughs out, “Rhet you screwed one of my top agents.”

My eyebrow went up listening to this conversation.

“She was easy, and you didn’t care about her,”

“So, you what you’re saying is you care about your PA,” Cole smirks. We all go completely silent. Rhet straightens his cuffs.

“No. Yes. Look Cole, fuck you. Leave my P.A. alone,” Rhet retorts.

“I don’t think I can.” Cole replies smugly

“How is Cara? How is she doing?” Rhet asks. The smile instantly drops from Cole’s face, and he turns his focus to Rhet.

I turn away as they continue to talk. Looking across the garden and standing near the rose bush is a small boy crying. None of the adults notice him crying. He looks at the crowd of people clearly confused and afraid.

I walk pass a couple talking. “Excuse me.”

When I finally get to the little boy, he stands watching me as he hyperventilates.

I bend slowly. “Hi. I’m Zeeta. Where’s your mommy?”

“Mommy?” He cries.

He looks around three. I stretch my arms out to him, knowing his mom may be hysterically looking for him.

He looks at my arms, calculating what he should do. He shakes his head no. I’m happy he didn’t run into them. That means he has some good training.

“What’s your name?” I ask, my legs are beginning to burn from begin in this position.

He looks at me, his hazel eyes red. He hiccups and snot runs down his lips. I dig into my handbag, take out my handkerchief and give it to him.

He grabs it and roughly wipes his face with the tip, thinking it got his whole face.

“Where’s your mommy?” I ask again. I look around and realize I’m getting a little crowd.

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