“Our sincere apologies.” The manager of Mar-a-Lago told Jane.
“You were invited to our Million-Dollar Donor Weekend by mistake. Our databases have been hacked by somebody like
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.”
Jane responded with an eye roll.
“But if you’d care to serve as a volunteer staffer, Mrs. Doe – greeting donors and making sure their glasses are filled – we can make you comfortable in the employee locker room. How does a half-price voucher for our $69.95 breakfast buffet sound?”
Jane was livid but desperate to make connections.
As she moved through the Donald J. Trump Grand Ballroom later that evening, a number of the more prominent guests avoided making eye contact, some crossed the room to keep their distance.
She had met and spent time with them, when she was a very young woman, at private gatherings arranged by her “Uncle Jeffrey” Epstein.
Follow the travails of the Fallen Angels from the first installment.
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