Despite coming from one of the most well-known families in the city. Deacon Roth was not what anybody would call a social butterfly.That title belonged to his younger brother, Brian. In the privacy of his mind,Deacon did not see Brian as a social butterfly. He saw him as more of a social hurricane.
But that was not the issue in that particular moment.The problem that Deacon was having, had come in the form of his assistant. The woman somehow seemed to have gotten the two Roth brothers confused. She wanted Deacon to go out and socialize.
Millie, her haircut severe, her stance unmoving, was standing before Deacon in his office. Everything about her just said she would not be listening to any of Deacon's reasons.
"Just come up with an excuse for them Millie," His assistant cast her eyes briefly to the heavens as though praying for help.
Then she looked back towards Deacon.
