People normally talked business when it came to these functions, and Emily could tell that Harold was reaching his limit. She tugged on his arm and said lowly, "I want to take a breather."
Harold said, "I'll take you to the back hall."
The lights and chatter gradually faded away.
They walked through a corridor and came to the back hall. It was wide and brightly lit but much quieter than the front hall. There were other people standing around chatting as well.
"You don't like listening to them talking about all that stuff, right?" Harold smiled faintly. "I don't either."
He'd had no choice but to agree to attend after Alicia had both threatened and pleaded with him.
Harold didn't like attending these functions, nor did he like scheming. Most of all, he didn't like how these people did
