Dave's wine glass toppled over on the table, its contents soaking the skirt of the lady sitting next to him, yet he did not even make a move to right the glass.
"What do you think you're doing?!" The lady glared at him in annoyance, stood up, and left the table to change her clothes.
He simply let the cold wine drip onto the floor, muttering to himself like a man driven mad.
"How is this possible? How is this possible? The surname of the chairman is obviously Fallow..."
In a daze, he watched in disbelief as the general manager seated at the head of the table smiled faintly and announced in a clear voice, "Some of you may not know that Director Elle Flemming of the branch subsidiary is Chairman Fallow's only daughter."
Apart from the few top executives from the headquarters, most of th
