Chapter 118

Tara followed her new colleagues to a dinner gathering. They arrived at a private room in a restaurant, and she sat in the most inconspicuous seat. Mark stood up and raised his glass. "Today, we're celebrating Tara joining us. Let's work hard together in the days ahead." A female colleague beside Tara quietly told her, "You drink wine. This one tastes good and won't get you drunk easily. They're drinking vodka. Just ignore them if they try to make you drink vodka." Tara nodded. She then poured herself a glass of wine and toasted with everyone. Considering that she was a woman, Mark said, "The men will toast. The ladies can do as they please." Tara took a sip of wine—it really did taste good. In her previous life, she could handle about three drinks. But she rarely drank—maybe once in several years. The male colleagues and Mark got loud and rowdy as the dinner went on. Meanwhile, the female colleagues chatted while eating and drinking. They would occasionally advise the men not to