"Sorry," Cooper said quickly. "I'll be right back." He barely spared
Ryan a glance as he downed the rest of his drink and plunged into
the crowd. He'd come here for a reason. An existential crisis was
not that reason.
Don't let Stephanie out of your sight. Keep her occupied.
Cooper repeated those words to himself as he fought his way
through the masses: a vortex of sweat and booze and heat. There's
got to be a hundred people here, he thought, dismayed. Calla would
supposedly be keeping herself occupied doing... whatever it was
that she was meant to be doing. But he didn't see how she was
going to get anything accomplished with so many eyes and ears in
one place.
Not my problem. Eyes on the prize, Daniels.
He jostled past a throng of juniors who smelled like a tequila
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