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?"

not entirely sure what Cliff was playing

Dave's eyes lit up.

continued, "Just one tiny condition. Should

"Name it."

the drinks on this

soon as these words were spoken, the onlookers exchanged glances, eager

"Mr. Harrison, this seems

choose not to drink. Just means

a minefield of

white wine,

of it was a death

Dave hesitated for only a moment before

"I'll drink."

Cliff applauded, "Well done."

Dave started chugging, Cliff texted

[Done as you asked]

mess with him, just because he

thought it was a casual thing between

messages,

moment, York was

really knew how to live

puppy dog, and now she's out

to hit on

old, not interested," and walked