141|Chicken

"Garrison Wight—" A bespectacled, overweight, silver-haired man in an ill-fitting but expensive suit stood up, extended his sweaty palm and smiled at her. "—Is your legal team on the way, Ms Vance?"

"No," Elena shook his hand firmly and walked to the end of the table where Dominic sat, took an empty glass and poured herself a shot, stunning everyone with her boldness.

"What the hell do you think