"President Jennings, regarding the financing round... I'm really counting on you. Let me toast you again."
Cloud Lee’s face was already flushed with a heavy, crimson hue. She stood up, her legs slightly unsteady beneath the table, and raised her wine glass toward one of the men seated at the large round table. Her vision was blurring at the edges, the luxurious decor of the Ink Flower Pavilion swimming in her sight, but she forced a professional smile.
The man surnamed Jennings stood up as well, his smile practiced and oily. "Cloud, come on now. We’re old acquaintances. There’s no need for such formality. Leave the capital issues to me. I’ve got you covered."
He patted his chest with a theatrical display of generosity, the picture of a reliable ally.
They clinked glasses. Cloud Lee til
