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

Dave's eyes lit up.

continued, "Just one tiny condition.

"Name it."

the drinks on this table, and

these words were spoken, the onlookers exchanged

Harrison, this seems a bit

is. But you can choose not to drink.

a minefield

wine, white wine,

of it was a

hesitated for only

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

chugging, Cliff texted

[Done as you asked]

mess with him, just because he was

it was a casual thing between

sending the messages, he got no

York was following Leda

how to

the puppy dog, and now she's out dancing

to hit on

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