You and a friend crash a 50th anniversary party.

You figure it is the best way to get time with the ambassador to learn a bit about the man before your interview next week.

You didn’t count on the exquisite food and wine cellared since their wedding, nor the interesting and eclectic guest list – each handshake from someone more accomplished than the last. The swirl of languages, the acceptance. You are definitely moving in the wrong circles, filled with small beige thinking people.

You resolve to pen a very different piece.