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Just as he was wondering where the blonde wonder off to. The music had stopped and everyone was looking up at the stage and there stood the elderly man from earlier. He tapped on the microphone and few times and then starts to speak. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I hope that everyone is having a good time. Now without further ado. Let's greet our founder of this foundation. Mister Ambros Evans." he said. The people started to clap just as the singer made his way to the stage and to plastic glass podium. Soon the crowd settled down and he starts to speak.
"I would to start of by thanking each and every one of you for coming and donating a lot of money for finding cures for the many unknown diseases. You know that over 40% of people on this planet will be born or die because of an illness. Because there hasn't been any studies or any research. But with help from people like you and everyone.Weather it's thousands of dollars or even just a penny. We are one step closer for treatments, to cures. So that no family will have to go through this awful thing and they can tell their sick kin that they will pull through. Thank you." he said with a smile on his face. Making them clapped even louder.
After talking with a few others and them saying that he give out a lovely speech. Ambros made his way to the sweets table. For that's where he spotted Najira and he didn't look so good. He was a little worried. So he walks over to see what's up with him. "Well why am I not surprise to see you here. Little pastries do suit you." he said in a teasing manner. "But more importantly, are you feeling alright?" he asked in a concern tone. That's when he saw the wine glass in his hand. His eyes widen and looks him in the eyes. "Najira, just how many glasses of this did you have?" he asked. Taking the glass from him and points at it.
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