As soon as he got off the phone, Hunter raised his glass and declared, "Everyone, this calls for a celebration! Celena Stone has just left Grummings and will be on her way to Mr. Quinn's next!"
A chubby middle-aged man with a beer belly stood up, grinning. "Don't you worry, Mr. Yale. I've already made the necessary arrangements with my staff. Celena won't even be able to get a footstep in my door, much less get her hands on my machinery!"
Everyone else stood up, grinning from ear to ear as they raised their glasses for the toast.
"Splendid! Don't worry, Mr. Yale, we've taken care of everything."
"Aside from Mr. Liddell, the rest of us are all here, and no one will be around to even meet with Celena!"
"Your orders were clear, Mr. Yale, and none of us here will even dream of doing business with her!"
"Indeed, with everyone else sitting here, who's even going to meet with Celena when she comes knocking?"
"What a great idea it was! Here, here, everyone!"
Cheers and wallops echoed
