"Alright," Phoebe said.She followed Howard to a booth that was set aside for breaks. There was a floor-to-ceiling window in front, and the banquet hall was behind them. It was safe enough, or Phoebe would never have gone over."Mr. Corven, Ms. Stanton is here," Howard said.Liam said, "Hello, Ms. Stanton."He was in his 50s, overweight, and had salt-and-pepper hair. After stripping away the director's halo, he was just a very ordinary middle-aged man.Howard stepped back, standing behind the two of them.Liam lifted the hem of his shirt, and Phoebe's expression instantly hardened."I genuinely admire you, Ms. Stanton. How about going out with me tonight?" He pulled his shirt back down, covering what should never have been shown.Phoebe clenched and unclenched her fists, then sneered. "You've lived over 50 years, Mr. Corven. Has any woman who's slept with you ever said you look like a toothpick?"Liam had weathered plenty of storms in life, so he didn't get angry. "You've got
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