Gerald’s job was hanging on a very thin rope and he was freaking out, but the calm expression on his face revealed none of that. Whenever he glanced at Mr. Gregory, the latter was staring at him with a cold look in his deep-set eyes that sent chills up Gerald’s smile. He had to try to get to Preston again. That was one of the primary purposes of tonight’s party anyway. He emptied his glass of Tequila and straightened his tie as he approached Preston again.
“Fine party, Mr. Montenegro,” Preston, who was sitting away from the other people in the room. He suddenly squinted at Gerald, his hand squeezing Genevieve’s softly, “but you don’t look like you are having that much fun.”
Gerald smiled, “I am. This only happens once a year here.”
“Great.”
“Yeah.”
An awkward silence that made Genevie
