With everyone watching, Lena downed the drink in one go. Instantly, her throat and stomach burned—a fiery sensation—as she caught sight of at least five different types of liquor mixed into that single glass. The alcohol hit her brain quickly, but she forced down the discomfort and used a napkin to dab at the corner of her mouth.
Bob broke into a broad grin and clapped his hands. "Now that's what I call bold! I like it!"
The disdain in his eyes from earlier had vanished, replaced with a hint of admiration. Lena felt that the drink was well worth it. “I’ll be counting on your support from now on,” she said.
Only when Bob had signed the contract right then and there did she finally allow herself to relax.
“Take me home.” That was the last coherent thing she said to Iris before everything
