Chapter Twenty-Three- “What goes around”.
Isabella Montague.
I hate social interactions more than necessary. Or maybe, that’s my paranoia speaking but can I be blamed here? I have a six days’ deadline into a decision that would determine whether all the work I’ve done these past two years was worth it or not, and instead of working my ass off more, reaching out to as much shareholders as I can, I’m here stuck as a wedding reception I would rather be anywhere but.
I brought the tip of my cocktail to my lips, taking another sip of it as my eyes skimmed the reception hall, spotting Mr. Pierce yet again from where I’m seated at my table along with other guests all too caught up interacting with each other. I’d exchanged a few words with them and a smile out of courtesy, but they soon real
