The mood during the team dinner was great. Wednesday’s colleagues were really hitting off the night and booze kept coming left and right. She’s probably the only one sulking in a corner thinking about what’s about to happen.
She lowered her gaze and swirled the wine in her glass before taking a sip. Unknowingly, her argument with Lowell flashed at the back of her mind. His confused expression pissed her, and yet she was worried that she went overboard.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation, Mr. Sebastian.” Wednesday felt her heart skip a beat as soon as she heard Sander’s voice spouting those words.
She intentionally glued her eyes over the wine glass she’s holding. One glance to his direction would probably stir the President’s vicious schemes.
“No, thank you f
