The Regrets of the Wine Sommelier
[MARINA]
The CEO summoned them into the office at four fucking AM in the morning, and boy, how tired they all were. The CEO herself looked sharp, dashing in a pantsuit they all wondered if she had stayed the previous night ironing it.
Well, if they had to know, she certainly did.
She wore a red pantsuit, her shoulder-length black hair shone under the light bulb. She was playing with the tiny bracelet on her wrist as she remained focused on the man in the front talking about Lake Rimaria and its water.
She and the frontman were the only ones focused.
Ivy Tanner was busy gazing at her, the two lawyers who seemed not to want to be there but had to be because their lives were on the line stared at Ivy Tanner. Their eyes screamed, "please, save us."
