“You want her? Then earn it.”
Lance turned and headed for the private room.
Gavin burst out laughing and followed after him. “What, Lance, afraid to call Catherine up here and ask what she thinks?”
By the time he finished speaking, Lance was already inside. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually rested his foot on the chair next to him, blocking Gavin from getting too close.
“She doesn’t get a say in this.”
Just a secretary with no family, no background. No matter how good she was at her job, she wasn’t in a position to choose between them.
Gavin took the seat on the other side of Lance’s barricade.
“You really are cold, Lance. She’s worked with you for ages and you still treat her like a chess piece. Are you keeping her around just to get back at Adelina for leaving you and running off overseas?”
This was the first time they’d met alone like this.
Gavin couldn’t stop talking, always pushing his luck.
But tonight, for once, Lance didn’t bite back. He just kept pouring drinks.
“You think I can’t drink you under the table?” Gavin shrugged off his jacket, stood with a foot on his chair, rolled up his sleeves, and knocked back his whiskey.
He’d practically grown up with a glass in his hand. Lance, for all his business dinners, never had anyone brave enough to challenge him. No way he could outdrink Gavin.
“Come on, drink. Tonight I’m getting Catherine back fair and square. If you can’t handle your liquor, don’t make me pay a penalty. Just hand her over downstairs at Golden Horizon Enterprises tomorrow morning.”
Gavin topped off both their glasses.
“She doesn’t even want to stay at SilverLeaf Industries. Forced relationships never work out, Lance. Since when did you get so clueless?”
Every time he finished a drink, he threw in another jab.
Lance just listened, his face growing darker with every word.
An hour later, Lance was still sitting there, eyes tinged red at the corners, holding a glass of whiskey. He raised his glass toward Gavin, who was now sprawled on the floor, completely wasted.
“This last one’s for you.”
He leaned down and patted Gavin’s cheek. “Maybe I keep Catherine around to spite Adelina. Maybe she’s just a convenient piece on the board. Either way, she’s not yours to chase. Give it up.”
“That was Gavin, wasn’t it?” Aaron slurred a little, but he was still aware.
Catherine glanced in the rearview mirror at the ambulance heading in the opposite direction.
“Which Gavin?”
Aaron said, “From Golden Horizon Enterprises, who else? The infamous trust fund kid, completely wasted, getting carried out of here. That’s gotta be the worst look.”
Getting drunk at a club was one thing. Getting this drunk at a business dinner? That was just embarrassing. Being hauled out on a stretcher would be all anyone talked about for months.
“I mean, who would even dare to outdrink him?” Aaron wondered aloud.
Catherine shook her head. She wasn’t familiar with Golden Horizon Enterprises or the people Gavin usually mixed with.
Later that night, the story of Gavin being carried out of the hotel and sent to the hospital exploded online.
The media caught photos of the Main family at the hospital, Gavin’s father looking furious.
The next morning, the Main family announced Gavin would be taking a break from work to recover. For now, he was out of the picture.

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