Romantic Royal Moves
Still feeling like a gullible push over, Hal peered out the passenger window, trapped inside his Gulfstream jet wondering if he would find out where time had gone.
“What are you looking for? Hal,” Dale his business partner asked.
“The Fountain of Youth,” he replied.
“That is just a made-up façade,” Dale giggled as Hal wished for a mature relationship story with honest beauty and with his head in the clouds watched a fable occupying his mind, revealing a healthy interpretive message.
King Max was out of the money and decided to do the unthinkable, claim a foul against the winning start over blue print plan, “I will not let my past go!” He screamed only to be dismissed.
“I will admit the first quarter in life I found myself getting stiff,” he mumbled leaving the palace after defending his turf. Thinking Tawny Point was the place to be seen, King Max headed over there and requested a seat. Only a few feet away Mac Diarmide feasted on a steak, and cheese side dish.
“Are you still performing in the anglophile show?” The royal introduced himself.
“Nice try, King Max,” Mac picked up his fork, “I left that scene.”
A few minutes later knowing the crown imperial was out of the money a treasure wealth cover model entered, “Ozara, thank you for making a show appearance,” Mac stood up, “you look like you could use the Here Comes The Bride steak.”
Frustrated King Max quietly unleashed his opinion, “don’t pounce on a winner, so quickly, Mac”.
“Life’s an audible,” Ozara took a second to explain, “and I will make the matrimony call, when I see my eternal soulmate.”
“But in the meantime, do enjoy a nice piece of meat tonight,” Mac suggested.
Despite being on the fast-track Davona Dale had a lot at stake when she made her presents, experiencing Tawny Point’s prestigious dining area. Years ago, Fiona’s magic turned her into a winner and seeing King Max enjoying his entree she decided to join him invoking her social status role, “you look upset,” King Max noted.
“Sales, had a soft first quarter, early this year,”
“Have to confess,” King Max honestly spoke, “it was the Queen’s martini that put me out of the money.”
“Wait a second,” Davona paused, “I thought she was into champagne.”
Sticking out his arm, King Max showed the server he wanted something, “Leslie, rose, please,” he called.
When the romantic prop arrived King Max instructed, “go give it to that gentlemen over there.”
“But he is much younger,” Davona acknowledged, “isn’t that Ozara?”
“Straight from the Cairo Consort where he headlined an eye candy reality show.”
“I heard he put the Anatolians in their place,” Davona informed.
“That is correct,” King Max agreed, “realizing he was out of the money, screamed viva la red, then Kim wearing a devilish Roja attire revealed good fortune cards,”
“R Calli Kim?”
“Yup, turned the exquisite R Calli Kim into a winner,” King Max confirmed, “now go over and cut a deal. Fiona is not watching, I promise.”
Taking the flower, defending her firm successful turf, Davona interrupted the conversation going nowhere, “Ozara, I wanted to give you this.”
Accepting the respectable gesture smiling, Ozara suddenly made the quick decision, she was the very one and put a stake into a relationship investment file.
When the private jet landed both Hal and Dale stepped off, “you were all quiet through the whole trip,” Dale inquired, “what were you thinking about?”
“A past royal engagement,” Hal replied enjoying the inflight day dream fantasy.
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