Cynthia let out a light laugh, as if she had heard the biggest joke.
"No need to trouble you, I'll just take a cab home. You can take Monica back instead."
Let him come pick her up? What kind of person did she think he was? Vice President Wilson, and she thought she could boss him around? Besides, she didn't want anything to do with him.
Jim moved forward, lifting the heavily intoxicated Monica in his arms, gritting his teeth in frustration. If she were a man, he would've beaten her senseless by now. What kind of woman drinks like this? It was utterly tasteless.
So she was heartbroken? Was that reason enough to act like her life was over? Who couldn't live without someone else? Especially when the other party was a married old man! Her choice was an insult to all of them, the young and successful elites!
