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?"

what Cliff was playing at, but willing to go

Dave's eyes lit up.

tiny condition. Should be easy

"Name it."

all the drinks on this table, and the role

the

"Mr. Harrison, this seems

it is. But you can choose not to drink.

table was a minefield

wine, white wine,

it was a death

for only a moment

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

chugging, Cliff texted

[Done as you asked]

just because he was cozying up to your

thought it was a casual thing between you two. Can't take a

sending the messages, he got

that moment, York was following Leda into a

how to live

the puppy dog, and now she's

to hit

not interested," and walked away. Leaving the guy fuming