Lance picked up his glass, his fingers effortlessly tracing the smooth surface as if searching for an answer. His Adam's apple moved, but he didn't say a word. He just tipped his head back and finished the drink in one long swallow.
The room went completely silent.
Then suddenly, noise spilled in from the hallway. Voices, laughter, the sound of people who didn’t care who overheard.
"This time, Lance really did it to himself. The board's annoyed, and The Green Family's pissed too. I can't wait to see how he gets out of this mess."
Gavin's voice carried through, smug as ever. "Just wait. The real drama hasn't even started. That secretary of his—"
The rest of his words faded as the group moved away. Whatever else he said was lost in the noise.
Lance promoting Catherine to general manager had rocked the whole business circle. It was all anyone wanted to talk about lately, and the gossip never seemed to die down.
Harrell glanced over, replaying Gavin’s words in his mind. He broke the silence with a quiet observation. "Gavin’s been keeping his head down lately."
Lance’s eyes darkened. "He’s too busy going on blind dates to stir up trouble."
Harrell just nodded. That was all either of them needed to say. The two men kept drinking, quietly matching each other, glass for glass.
By the time they left, Harrell could barely sit straight on the sofa, his limbs tangled. Lance slung an arm under his shoulder and helped him out of the club.
They were waiting by the curb when Gavin and his crew stumbled out. Gavin looked wasted, barely managing to stay upright with the help of his friends.
But when he spotted Lance, something sharpened in his eyes. He shoved off the guys holding him up and staggered over, ignoring everyone’s attempts to hold him back.
"Lance!"
Gavin swayed and pointed at a spot near Lance, his voice slurred. "Why are you wobbling? Is it because you get weak in the knees when you see me?"

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