Chapter 4
To be honest I hate parties. The smell of various cologne mixed with alcohol and sweat makes me want to throw up. The shrill laughter that I hear every given second fills me with rage. I keep telling myself to calm down because I'm not the one people laugh at, but I can't help myself, it brings up painful memories. 'Believe me, I know how you feel. These kind of gatherings can be stressful, but it's important to build a social net to thrive in this position.' the boss tries to uplift me as he adjusts my bowtie and tail coat, which I thought was called tuxedo until he enlightened me that it's a completely different garment and it's a grave mistake to mix up the two. Sure, but to me these are still just fancy coats. 'Sure, but we won't stay for too long, right?' 'We won't stay more than necessary.' great, exept he wouldn't specify what necessary means to him. 'Look, here comes our first fellow. It's Bruce Wayne. Be aware, be...