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Synclaire

She chuckled and looked over at the man who caused a little but of a scene. "So you're Suzuki." Turning in her chair to face him she smirked. She had liked the scene he caused and the way he had stood up for himself, "You're the reason most are still alive." She stated as she put a pink class of red wine to her lips and taking a small sip. "I've heard most of those things myself, but I never believed them." She was being a tad cocky, she was annoyed that he was getting attention for being himself, he was famous, but still she wanted to own the room. She could have done something to claim her attention back, which she would do later.

Turning back around she faced the front, but continued talking. "I find it odd that someone like," she paused for a few seconds to call more attention to herself,"you, would need help finding a spouse." Getting excited and turns back around to face him with wide eyes and voice growing louder to express her new mood, "You must have suitors lining up at your door waiting to marry you. I mean, you're one of the richest-" she cut herself off realizing how she was over reacting to this man, giving him to much praise he hadn't earned and would never deserve. "people in the world." She finished calmly and collected as if she had never been so caught up in the moment before.

With a small cough she flips her hair over her shoulder, showing how she felt like she was owning the room. "Now I beat you're wondering why I'm here." Synclaire figured he most likely hadn't cared, but still she wanted to talk about herself to pull more attention to herself. "I leave a lot, but people I know I don't like, but coming here I can pick one, sometimes buy as many people as I want, and they can never leave me." She bit her lower lip after finishing her last sentence, she knew it made her sound like she couldn't get anyone for herself, but that wasn't true. People that knew Synclaire didn't want her, she was rude and mean and controlling. She knew that, but she was beautiful and thought that was good enough to get someone, but she was wrong, but hand picking people was easier: you buy them and they can never leave you.