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New Years Eve Party

December 31st. New Year’s Eve. The day to look back at the year full of mistakes and to look into the future feor success. But tonight wasn’t about that for me. It was about throwing the most lavish New Year’s party there ever was. It was going to be a night to remember honestly. My name is Jordan Alexander Thompson. I’m the owner of the biggest clothing brand in the world; King Alexander. I have a store in every major city and country across the globe. With the opening of King Alexander, I was able to open a few car garages around the U.S. and open up a highly ranked photography shop. The world ranks it number 3 worldwide. Or is it 2 now? Anyways, I had a party to get ready for. I look in the mirror to check my reflection. Honestly I am a very handsome young man. At the age of 22 I stood six foot tall. I have toned muscles with a firm chest and abs. big smooth hands and a face to match. Smooth kissable lips with dark brown eyes and neatly cut hair and goatee. My skin color is like a medium brown which comes from being Jamaican and Puerto Rican mixed. I’m a very fine Young man. I walk over to the balcony and watch as cars started pulling in. my house was a lavish one. My house was designed to be a Mediterranean masterpiece. It’s perched on over 6.5 acres of land in north Scottsdale Arizona. Over 25,000 square feet and handcrafted design with Venetian plaster, Italian travertine floors, and reclaimed hardwood floor. My commanding estate has 9 bedroom suites, 17 bathrooms, ...

... plus two lofts, and private balcony. My master bed room suite offers a sitting area, elevator, double sided fireplace, two vanities, two water closets, two large private closets, extra-large Jacuzzi tub and a large private balcony with a fire place. And it only cost me $16,950,000. So it’s time for me to get dress. I open my closet to find the perfect suit. It was hard to find a proper suit for such an occasion. After a few minutes I decided to wear an all-white linen suit with white Nikes. Formality with style. Clean and never dirty. I shower and dress all while the guest we’re settling in downstairs. As I was putting on my suit jacket a knock came at the door. “Come in.” The door opens to reveal one of the helps I hired for the night. “Yes, what is it?” I ask. He speaks with a strong French accent, “All the guest have arrived sir,” I sigh already bored. “Let the party begin.” A few minutes later I was walking down the stairs. The guest were all talking, laughing, drinking and eating. I grab the nearest glass of champagne and start talking to my guest. Interesting group of people you’ll ever meet. But they were such simple minded people. I couldn’t deal with half of them. After a few more boring people, a couple of fake laughs, and a very halfhearted toast, I found myself sitting at the bar drinking a few shots of vodka. The problem was it was only 9:30 and I wasn’t even drunk. Then I heard a voice behind me. “So an alcoholic I see.” Female, very sweet sounding but with a small ...