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?"

eyebrow, not entirely sure what Cliff was playing at, but

Dave's eyes lit up.

tiny condition. Should

"Name it."

all the drinks on this table,

spoken, the onlookers exchanged glances, eager for

fell. "Mr. Harrison, this seems a

is. But you can choose not to drink. Just means

table was a minefield of

white

of it was a

Dave hesitated for only

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

started chugging, Cliff texted

[Done as you asked]

because he was cozying up to

was a casual thing between you two. Can't

the messages, he got

was following Leda into a

knew how to

puppy dog, and now she's out dancing

guy tried to hit

"Too old, not interested," and walked away. Leaving

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