The ballroom at the Waldorf was spacious, but Mike’s people had filled it to capacity. Not every LewaCorp employee had shown up. Some had opted not to, and the ballroom only had so much room. He’d invited people from each department in the New York office at random, from housekeeping and maintenance to the executive suite, as well as the department heads, and allowed people to give their tickets to other employees if they wanted.
Turnout was good. He’d expected that. He’d been lucky to get the venue on such short notice, but money talked, and he had a good relationship with the hotel. They’d put an incredible spread together, and of course everyone appreciated an open bar. He could see Ruiz and Fitch from his post just behind the curtain, laughing together while drinking champagne. It was
