“Mr. Mattfeld, I’ll count on you for the financing issue. Let me toast you once more.”
Lillian Winters’ cheeks were already flushed with alcohol as she stood up and raised her glass toward one of the men.
Mr. Mattfeld rose with an easy smile. “Lillian, come on, we’re old friends. No need to be so polite. Leave the funding to me.”
He patted his chest with confidence, acting like a generous benefactor.
They both emptied their glasses in one go.
The other two men and the lone woman exchanged glances. One of the men stood, glass in hand.
“Ms. Winters, about the retail units at Henderson Plaza—if you’ll drink with me, I don’t see any problem from my end either.”
The alcohol was clearly starting to get to her. Lillian filled her glass again, stood up, and said, “Mr. Jelinek, since you’ve
