Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 31 Heavyweight Drinker

Suzanna’s smile froze at Gwendolyn’s question, but she quickly composed herself and smiled even more brightly.

She pulled Gwendolyn aside and whispered, “These directors are influential figures in Grandeur Group. One word from any of them would make or break our artists‘ casting opportunities in the drama. So try not to upset them, Ms. Shalders.”

Gwendolyn nodded expressionlessly in response.

They returned to the table after their whispering.

Tom, Harry, and Peter had not stopped staring at Gwendolyn since she entered the private room. Gwendolyn wanted to throw up under their lustful stares.

Tom was the first to speak up. “Ms. Shalders, you’re really as pretty as the rumors say. You’ve got a great figure too.”

“You’re too generous. The three of you are truly exceptional and successful,” replied Gwendolyn obligingly.

Suzanna quickly invited everyone to take their seats before toasting Gwendolyn, “This is your first business meeting since joining the company, Ms. Shalders. Please allow me to toast to a successful deal.”

As she spoke, she pushed a glass of red wine into Gwendolyn’s hand.

Gwendolyn swirled the liquor around the glass and sniffed the bouquet elegantly. “Hmm, a 1982 Château Lafite Rothschild. What an excellent wine.”

She smiled and clinked glasses with Suzanna before polishing off the wine in a single gulp.

Harry jumped in to flatter Gwendolyn, praising, “Ms. Shalders, I didn’t take you for a wine aficionado. You can hold your drinks well too. How utterly charming. I hope you’ll accept my toast as well.”

“Aren’t we discussing the casting for Grandeur Group’s drama project? Why haven’t any of you brought the subject up?” asked Gwendolyn.

Calmly, one of the directors replied, “Of course, we’ll get to it, but we should have a few glasses and relax before getting down to serious business. I’m sure you understand how this works, don’t you, Ms. Shalders?”

They smiled at Gwendolyn and raised their glasses at her.

Gwendolyn did not put off their requests and downed glass after glass of wine.

Meanwhile, Noah knocked on the door to the CEO’s office at Wright Construction Group.

He entered the room and politely handed a dossier on Gwendolyn’s background to Maverick.

“Boss, our men have investigated her three times. This is the final, organized information we have on

her background for your review,”

the documents from his assistant and read them

furrowed.

Gwendolyn’s background seemed perfectly ordinary until it came

only a line about her coming from an orphanage. No other details were available, not even

there actually someone in this world that my genius hackers can’t

his employer’s doubts and asked,

deliberately hiding her true background from us. We’ll just be wasting our efforts investigating her. The only thing that’s certain is that her background isn’t as simple

windows in his office and lit a cigarette, his gaze

iPad and asked, “Boss, you have a dinner meeting tonight,

“Yes.”

from Grandeur Group

refused a drink during their three rounds of

promptly polished off six bottles of red

amount of liquor she had drunk,

was frustrated, even as she

be a heavyweight at drinking. Even the

was about to collapse at the

wine and downed it

her dinner companions a smile so beatific it bordered

but to bow to

truly a sight which they had to

tables on them and asked, “Why did everyone stop drinking? If that’s too much liquor to handle, perhaps it’s time

even raised her glass

directors hastily turned to Suzanna, signaling her

more glass of wine, they would surely collapse and spend their night in the private

in annoyance. Plying Gwendolyn with alcohol was no longer an

she came, Eloise had given her a packet of odorless, colorless powder to guarantee the

caught her hint and smiled at

Shalders, have you seen the production plan for our upcoming male protagonist

them to Gwendolyn, explaining. “This is the latest version. Why don’t you take a look and let us know your top picks

receive the documents from

of glass shattering

wine

it, Ms. Shalders. I must be kind of tipsy. Let me

but did not stop

with a new wine glass, which she filled with red wine

exchanged knowing looks with Peter and quickly raised their glasses to

said, “There’s no rush for that. Let’s treat this as