“Lala—”
“I feel like I’m an interloper. That somehow I don’t belong in this world.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Lala. This is how people work nowadays. They have a couple of drinks, smoke a few cigars, connect with other people of a like mind, and do business. It’s casual, and it’s the way the world works now, Lala.”
“You mean still, right?”
Laura knew he was right. This was the kind of world she didn’t circle in. Backroom deals felt dirty to her. She was used to being upfront about her business dealings. Facing them head-on and taking a face-to-face approach in a business setting. She couldn’t ignore all the high-powered suits sitting around having a bourbon, or a scotch, talking business. Maybe she was the one out of touch with how the world worked in the executive class.
“Your menu, mada
