"Well my daddy is Chairman of the Board at Yorick. Pretty cool, right?"
Just like Dan said, powerful people were everywhere. "That is very cool, Tiffany. So you're father is Donald Hartfield?"
"Yep. And that makes me Tiffany Hart . . ." She drew a heart on her chest with her two index fingers, and then finished her last name. "Field." She leaned in close to Kay. "Do you want to know the best thing about my dad's job?"
Kay leaned in for the answer. "The best part is that Dan is always dropping by our house on business, and sometimes we get a few moments together, you know . . ." She giggled.
Kay was fascinated, watching these three friends, daughters of corporate leaders, rich beyond her imagination. They were so different from her that they seemed like an unusual form of wildlife. Kay became an ornithologist, studying the habits of a flock of rare, green-pocketed, city-dwelling rich birds. She explored gingerly. "CEOs work pretty hard. Did your daddies play with you when you were kids?"
"No, of course not." They all agreed that fathers don't play with children. But fathers do buy clothes and jewelry, and in that sense, these women had fine daddies.
At one point in the conversation they revealed their ages. Kay expected them to be her age, but instead they were older, closer to Dan's age. They seem so immature. She wondered if the men here were just as bratty.
Kay scanned the room, hoping to find someone else to talk to. Women outnumbered men, two to one, but there were still plenty of good-looking guys. One decent-looking man caught her eye. He was dressed in a surfer outfit: board shorts and a tank top with blonde sun-bleached hair down to his shoulders. It was pretty casual, but somehow it worked in this eclectic crowd. He caught her checking him out and gave her a broad smile. Kay managed to control herself and act cool as she kept looking around. Surfer Boy would be fun to get to know if nobody else turned up.
Suddenly Stacy brightened. "Look, he's here!" There on the entrance platform, surveying the room like he owned it, was Dan. His presence lit up the room, and Kay noticed quite a few women who were happy to see him.
Tiffany straightened her skirt, then stopped, thought for a bit, and pulled her skirt back up, showing even more leg. She turned to Sandi. "How do I look?"
Sandi smirked at her. "Oh, get over him already!"