And damn me! She's been flirting with me, and I barely even tried to stop it.' With that thought in mind, Carlos turned around coldly and walked towards the door, his eyes betraying no emotion.

Debbie watched him leave, but she didn't follow him. To keep away from too much drama, she waited about five minutes and then returned to the booth.

Little did she know that while she and Carlos weren't there, someone told Milo about them.

They had been discussing it furtively, but as soon as Carlos came back, they stopped, and changed the subject. It wouldn't do to be heard discussing the guest of honor right in front of him!

Milo used to like Debbie, but the things they told him painted a picture of a hateful woman.

Carlos never stayed until the end of a party. When the others were talking enthusiastically among themselves, his assistant walked in and whispered something in his ear. Carlos stood up and bade his goodbyes.

He was a creature of habit, and he wasn't about to change now.

He wasn't the CEO of Hilton Group anymore. But he had Lost no respect, because they knew that Hilton Group would be his sooner or later. So when Carlos left the table, everyone else stood up too.

Debbie, who had been eating heartily, wiped her mouth quickly and walked out of the room with everyone else.

His business partners escorted him out of the hotel. But there were too many of them for Debbie to get close. She was pushed to the back.

When Carlos' car rolled up to the entrance of the hotel, the driver opened the back door for him. Milo stayed at his side wearing a big smile until Carlos got in the car.

The driver closed the door and sat back in the driver's seat. He fastened the seat belt and started the engine. The car was about to drive off. The window was down, and it was Debbie's only chance.

She was anxious. She walked around the crowd in her stilettos and was ready to call Carlos. But then a robust man beside her derailed everything.

The man hadn't seen Debbie. In his rush to the car, he was heedless of anyone else. He barreled into Debbie and knocked her to the ground.

“Ah!" she screamed as she fell.

It all happened so fast everyone was surprised. All eyes were drawn to the fallen woman.

Embarrassed, Debbie pulled her dress down in a fluster. The man who had knocked her down walked back to help her to her feet.

"I'm so sorry,

Miss. I didn't mean it."

Debbie stood up slowly. Her right knee was bleeding.

“Oh man! That's a nasty scrape!" someone cried. The crowd all shifted their gaze to her knee.

The stinging pain made her wince. She endured it and used the hem of her dress to cover the broken skin of her knee. The dress acquired a crimson stain fairly quickly.

"Sorry everyone. I'm just a klutz, I guess." She smiled at the crowd awkwardly.

A woman manager Looked her way.

"You all right, Debbie?"