Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 87: Chapter 87
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Grace jumped up at once, bowing and scraping. "Mr. Zane."
"Sorry, traffic was awful. Kept you waiting."
"Waiting for you is our honor. Please, see what you'd like to eat—you order."
Calvin glanced at the menu and chuckled. "Anything's fine. Ladies first. Go ahead and choose. Just bring me a dozen beers."
Director Grace said, "All right, then I won't stand on ceremony."
After she finished ordering, Grace raised the subject of the Greenriver Project.
Calvin Zane actually had no idea why headquarters had halted the project; he'd only been told from above that Director Grace needed to be taught a small lesson.
So when Grace pressed him for answers, he rambled for a long time without giving a single useful explanation.
Calvin chuckled, waving a hand. "Director Grace, don't be in such a hurry to talk business! Come on, let's drink first—once we're good and merry, we'll get to work."
Grace answered with a light laugh. "Fine, but I'm a lightweight. I'll let my assistant handle the toasts. Elena Bennett, hurry up and drink a toast to Mr. Zane!"
Grace meant for Elena to shield her from the liquor, but the moment Calvin glanced at Elena his face sank. "Director Grace, are you disrespecting me?"
Grace froze. "No... I..."
Calvin slammed the table. "No what? If you look down on me, Director Grace, you're free to walk out right now!"
Grace hadn't expected Calvin to be this prickly. Left with no choice, she braced herself and downed the drink.
Calvin clapped. "Director Grace, you're a real heroine among women!"
He uncorked another bottle, thrust it at her, and demanded she drink straight from it.
Gritting her teeth, Grace tilted her head back and drained the bottle in one go.
Calvin whooped. "What a capacity! Director Grace, I'm impressed."
Grace wiped the liquor from the corner of her mouth and waved a hand. "I can't—Mr. Zane, one more sip and I'll throw up."
She yanked Elena to her feet. "Mr. Zane, let me introduce my assistant, Elena Bennett. She'll be one of the key leads on this project and is a rising star of the Bennett family. I hope you'll give her extra guidance."
Years of banquets had taught Calvin the deeper implication behind those polite words.
He looked Elena up and down, smiling. "Elena, is it?"
Grace barked, "Yes! Elena, why are you still standing there? Pour Mr. Zane a drink!"
Elena rose to pour, and Calvin's gaze dropped to her hands.
"Well, well... look at these delicate hands," Calvin murmured, seizing one and stroking it.
Elena jerked her hand free on reflex, the sudden motion turning the air awkward.
Grace's expression soured. "Elena Bennett! What's wrong with you? Mr. Zane is showing concern. Didn't I tell you how to behave?"
Calvin leered. "Don't be so harsh, Director Grace. Elena's still a young girl; she'll learn. Elena, come, let's drink. Any project questions, just come straight to me."
Elena's heart pounded. She lifted her glass and stepped back far enough to keep a safe distance. "Allow me to toast you, Mr. Zane."
While he drank, Calvin's eyes roamed lasciviously over her figure.
Feeling sick under his stare, Elena filled his glass and hurried back to her seat.
Grace stood. "Elena, I'm heading to the restroom. Keep Mr. Zane company."
"Sorry, traffic was awful. Kept you waiting."
"Waiting for you is our honor. Please, see what you'd like to eat—you order."
Calvin glanced at the menu and chuckled. "Anything's fine. Ladies first. Go ahead and choose. Just bring me a dozen beers."
Director Grace said, "All right, then I won't stand on ceremony."
After she finished ordering, Grace raised the subject of the Greenriver Project.
Calvin Zane actually had no idea why headquarters had halted the project; he'd only been told from above that Director Grace needed to be taught a small lesson.
So when Grace pressed him for answers, he rambled for a long time without giving a single useful explanation.
Calvin chuckled, waving a hand. "Director Grace, don't be in such a hurry to talk business! Come on, let's drink first—once we're good and merry, we'll get to work."
Grace answered with a light laugh. "Fine, but I'm a lightweight. I'll let my assistant handle the toasts. Elena Bennett, hurry up and drink a toast to Mr. Zane!"
Grace meant for Elena to shield her from the liquor, but the moment Calvin glanced at Elena his face sank. "Director Grace, are you disrespecting me?"
Grace froze. "No... I..."
Calvin slammed the table. "No what? If you look down on me, Director Grace, you're free to walk out right now!"
Grace hadn't expected Calvin to be this prickly. Left with no choice, she braced herself and downed the drink.
Calvin clapped. "Director Grace, you're a real heroine among women!"
He uncorked another bottle, thrust it at her, and demanded she drink straight from it.
Gritting her teeth, Grace tilted her head back and drained the bottle in one go.
Calvin whooped. "What a capacity! Director Grace, I'm impressed."
Grace wiped the liquor from the corner of her mouth and waved a hand. "I can't—Mr. Zane, one more sip and I'll throw up."
She yanked Elena to her feet. "Mr. Zane, let me introduce my assistant, Elena Bennett. She'll be one of the key leads on this project and is a rising star of the Bennett family. I hope you'll give her extra guidance."
Years of banquets had taught Calvin the deeper implication behind those polite words.
He looked Elena up and down, smiling. "Elena, is it?"
Grace barked, "Yes! Elena, why are you still standing there? Pour Mr. Zane a drink!"
Elena rose to pour, and Calvin's gaze dropped to her hands.
"Well, well... look at these delicate hands," Calvin murmured, seizing one and stroking it.
Elena jerked her hand free on reflex, the sudden motion turning the air awkward.
Grace's expression soured. "Elena Bennett! What's wrong with you? Mr. Zane is showing concern. Didn't I tell you how to behave?"
Calvin leered. "Don't be so harsh, Director Grace. Elena's still a young girl; she'll learn. Elena, come, let's drink. Any project questions, just come straight to me."
Elena's heart pounded. She lifted her glass and stepped back far enough to keep a safe distance. "Allow me to toast you, Mr. Zane."
While he drank, Calvin's eyes roamed lasciviously over her figure.
Feeling sick under his stare, Elena filled his glass and hurried back to her seat.
Grace stood. "Elena, I'm heading to the restroom. Keep Mr. Zane company."
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