Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

York's lips quirked up in a smirk as he followed her out.

His girl was going through a rough patch. Wasn't it his duty to show a little care?

...

Back at the dinner, Dave was a shell of a man, forcing smiles and toasting the big shots.

Leda had dumped him, and his threats held no water with her. This dinner was his last shot.

"...Mr. Harrison, we've met a few times, but today's the first I'm privileged enough to propose a toast to you. I hope for your support in the future."

In past dinners, Dave didn't even get a chance to get close to the tycoons, much less toast them.

Cliff gave a half-smile, arms folded, "Dave... was it?"

"Dave."

"Right, Dave. Got a decent tolerance for liquor, huh?"

"Oh, just barely managing to keep up, you flatter me."

"I hear you're gunning for the role of the third lead in Mr. Shaw's new blockbuster series?"

Dave's expression turned serious: "What are you implying, Mr. Harrison?"

"It's not off the table. Right, Mr. Shaw?"

entirely sure what Cliff was playing at,

Dave's eyes lit up.

tiny condition. Should be

"Name it."

all the drinks on this table, and the

spoken, the onlookers

fell. "Mr. Harrison, this

not to drink. Just

table was a minefield

white wine,

all of it was a

hesitated for only a moment before

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

Dave started chugging, Cliff texted

[Done as you asked]

because he was cozying up

a casual thing between you two. Can't take a

the messages, he got no

was following

really knew how

dog, and now she's

tried to hit

and walked