She must succeed. Otherwise, there wouldn't be another chance.
Savannah thanked the waiter and went up the classical spiral stairs to the second floor.
The banquet was held on the first floor, where people drank and enjoyed themselves; the second floor had many rooms for guests to have short breaks.
She found the room where Lionel was in and knocked on the door.
"Come in," from the room came a familiar gentle voice.
Savannah walked in and closed the door.
Lionel was relaxing on a single sofa with a glass of half-finished red wine on the table by his side.
He was wearing a white shirt with the cuffs slightly rolled up, looking casual. His business suit was hanging on a hanger not far away behind him.
He stood up in surprise when he saw Savannah coming in.
Joanne had mentioned to him that Savannah would come to dinner today, but he didn't expect that she would find him alone.
