Apparently I was his work prop

He invited me to a black-tie gala in Tysons, so I spent all afternoon getting ready. Then he started introducing me as a senior consultant at an international organization. I’m not. Every time I tried to correct him, he squeezed my arm and changed the subject. After two hours of being his imaginary résumé accessory, I got my coat and took a ride home in my ballgown. Zero regrets.