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?"

raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what Cliff was playing

Dave's eyes lit up.

continued, "Just one tiny condition.

"Name it."

the drinks on this table, and

words were spoken, the

"Mr. Harrison, this seems a bit

can choose not to

a minefield

white

of it was a death

Dave hesitated for only

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

chugging, Cliff

[Done as you asked]

mess with him, just because he was cozying up to your

casual thing between

messages, he got no

York was following Leda

really knew how to live

now she's

tried to

at him, "Too old, not interested," and walked away. Leaving the guy fuming