'He's even flirting now!'
Tommy could barely contain himself.
'President Fairchild's moves are just too slick!'
'And to think Master Rockwell is worried about him all day. If Master Rockwell knew the truth, he'd probably cry his eyes out in the bathroom!'
The waiter finished serving the dishes. Director Walsh had also prepared two bottles of wine. He wasn't sure if Evan Fairchild drank, but it was better to be prepared.
"President Fairchild, would you care for a drink?"
"How about Miss Monroe?" Evan Fairchild suddenly asked, turning to Melody Monroe.
"Yes! Of course, she does. Come, pour the wine," Director Walsh immediately ordered, winking pointedly at Melody Monroe.
Melody Monroe glanced at Director Walsh's reaction, then at the wine glass before her.
'Is this his way of telling me I'm getting the casting couch treatment?'
'Then again, to be 'sponsored' by Evan Fairchild... Most people would probably think I was the one getting the better end of the deal, right?'
