He chuckled as he said, "If your husband hears about this, he’ll probably divorce you the moment you get home."
I smiled slightly.
"Mr. Dash, you and Miss Green seem to be working together, aren’t you?"
As a competent businesswoman, keen observation was a necessary skill. The moment I walked in, I noticed the two of them flirting. Holly, the chairman’s secretary, wasn’t negotiating for the company’s benefit. Rather, she was actively siding with the client to target me.
It was clear now. This dinner had never been about business. It was a setup.
For a brief moment, Mr. Dash looked startled, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Ridiculous," he defensively responded, then scoffing.
"I’m just stating facts. Everyone here today earned their success through hard work. But you? You’re just a pretty face."
"As a client, I hold the power. If I ask you to drink, you drink. Do you understand?"
Laughter erupted around the table.
I glanced at the people around me before speaking coldly, "Mr. Dash, I admit I’ve kept a low profile for years, but I don’t appreciate being called a decoration. Don’t ever use that word again."
"Otherwise, you’ll see what happens when I get angry."