#Chapter 28: Heir To The News Network
“Is this the woman you were telling me about, Mr. Carver?” Hugo asks, while I’m frozen in shock looking at him.
He’s around my age, dressed well in a cashmere sweater and dark pants. His blonde hair is cut short and perfectly styled. His eyes are the color of warm chocolate that, coupled with his soft smile, help him give off a kind and friendly demeanor.
“Yes,” Mr. Carver says and waves a hand toward me, presenting me. “Mrs. Esther Graham, adopted daughter of Preston H. Owens.”
“Ah. I thought you looked familiar,” Hugo says. “We’ve probably been to the same parties over the years. I’ve regret that we’ve never been introduced.”
It’s then that I recover from my initial shock of seeing a celebrity, and realize how unbearably rude I’ve been by staring and not engaging in the conversation. I set forward, eager to make things right.
“Forgive me. I must have been star struck for a moment,” I say, laughing a little, self-deprecatingly. I hold out my hand for a handshake. “It’s an ab

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