Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Stop your speculations! She’s related to Carlos,” said a man in a raspy, deep voice. He had had dinner with Carlos and Debbie before, and he knew she was Mrs. Hilton. Through it all, Debbie remained calm.

Although she correctly guessed what people were saying in hushed tones. she reminded herself to focus on the task at hand and not be carried away by sideshows.

Gracefully, she made her way to the podium, keeping as calm as possible. She must pay attention to her demeanor; after all, she represented Carlos.

Once she got the microphone from the host, she took a deep breath and began her speech with a deliberately slow, emphatic speed of delivery.

The audience fell silent, eager to know what she would bring to the table.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Debbie Nelson. I deem it a great honor for me to come here and be part of this auspicious occasion. First and foremost, I must acknowledge that I’m relatively new in the industry, and as such, I would appreciate your guidance. . .”

In all, her words were modest and sincere. Most importantly, she was a pretty lady with brains. The party began to warm up.

of some company joked, “Miss Debbie, you are such a young and beautiful businesswoman. In all honesty, you’ll have the world at your feet. We are willing to guide you

you may give me a VIP

a

My humble club will be honored by your presence. I promise that

just

already a CEO. My daughter is several years older, but

talk sense into her head. She must go out and find a

age, Miss Debbie’s no doubt on a meteoric rise.” People

knew that Debbie had to have

become the largest shareholder

if she was a genius in business. They

and then walked