Someone Is Coming Tonight.
The party was going smoothly as one would expect.
Grab a flute of champagne and sip through it politely like a meek little rabbit the whole time no matter how much one wants to drain it down in one go and grab another and then another.
Be polite make small conversations but do not talk loud and fast and absolutely do not get drunk. Those are some unspoken rules for a girl while attending such corporate events.
And Teresa has already attended enough of these sycophantic, male-dominant event to no longer give a shit about throwing a little rebellious touch and call a fat old fart exactly what he is. A fat old fart.
Somewhere in the event, talking with some corporate heads speaking animatedly about their business she tuned out to go back in her head where things were at least somewhat interesting. Teresa was left with a pleasant smile and softly nodding head at whatever they were talking about.
