Emily's POV

“The ball starts in two hours, ma'am.” Freda said through a creak in the door.

She's the new assistant I just got.

“A ball?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes.” Freda replied, opening the door slightly to reveal her face. “It's a ball, a masked one. “She added. “I email-ed you the details last night.”

“Guilty.” I said in an undertone. I sucked at checking my mails. Not even four years in college, nor three years working for marketing agencies and growth firms changed me.

“I hear there will be a lot of dignitaries. Key players across many industries.” She said,

“And who's throwing the ball again?” I must've missed...