No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Seems like you've hit the jackpot, but he hasn't had his turn yet. Bet he's feeling like he's got a bunch of little mice gnawing at him from the inside," Fanny remarked insightfully.

As Sinclair settled into his seat, the light show kicked off, an extraordinary fifty-minute display with no repeated lighting sequences. The highlight was the human light show featuring male models, showcasing the company's innovation and research capabilities. The grand finale revealed our company logo in a stunning fashion, earning a thunderous round of applause from the audience.

"Truly creative and fresh, especially that human light show at the end," Sinclair, as the client, offered high praise.

"That was the brainchild of our Marketing Director, Hudson," Grant said, generously sharing the credit.

All eyes turned to me, their applause a form of recognition. That's when Allen chimed in, "Director Hudson's planning was one thing, but our male models deserve some credit too."

"Absolutely, very grateful for Mr. Clark's support," I expressed my gratitude.

"To serve Ms. Hudson is my honor," he said, turning to Dustin and Conrad, "Wouldn't you agree, the Wagner brothers?"

Allen loved stirring the pot, clearly enjoying the tension he was creating, especially for Dustin and Conrad.

I wondered if Dustin regretted partnering with someone who showed no loyalty in critical moments.

I didn't want to dwell on their dynamics. I was more interested in finding out if Phipps was indeed Ernest. But Phipps was Allen's man, making it difficult to bypass him. "Mr. Clark, could I possibly keep Phipps on?" I asked. Allen grinned, "Has Ms. Hudson taken a fancy to him?"

though my blunt response seemed to sour the mood for Conrad

declined, "Ah, that's not possible. Our club's male models are very professional, following strict rules. They provide services, yes,

I implying anything else? Clearly, Allen was

about misunderstandings. "I'm serious about

bold. But do you think I'm in need of money? Or that I'd abandon my principles for cash?" He winked at me, his demeanor

relented, "Alright, I'll talk to Phipps. If he agrees

games but putting on an

wait. I'll go ask," Allen said, moving to leave but was stopped simultaneously by

Phipps?" they

Wagners? Why don't we all

parting shot to me,

PhippWagners can witness. I

Phipps refuses, Ms. Hudson

think I interfered."

off, Dustin

meters away, clearly visible from