Liz
While we were chatting with one of the kids, Martha Silverman approached us. “Zander darling, can I steal you away for a moment? I have an important matter to discuss.” She says, not even acknowledging me or the little boy we were talking to.
“I am a bit busy, and now isn’t the time to discuss business. We are here for the kids,” Zander says. “Please, Zander. I need your help.” She says and he looks at me. “It's fine, go.” I say and he nods and they walk away. The little boy’s mom came to get him, and I headed to the bar for a drink.
I’ve done so much talking, my throat is parched. I had just taken the juice from the bartender, when someone bumped into me. Luckily, I didn’t mess on myself, mostly on the counter. I turned and saw that it's f*****g Keira. I am sure she did that on pu
