Chapter 258 Failing to Recognize the President's Daughter

Meanwhile, inside the opulent and gilded private room, Emily discreetly shifted her wine glass to the side. Seated at the head of the table was their potential business partner, Patrick Gibson, a portly, middle-aged man whose beady eyes roamed lecherously between Emily and Mallory. Siobhan, bowing and scraping, poured him wine with a sycophantic smile plastered on her face. "Allow me to make an introduction, Mr. Gibson. These are two of our department's newest and most capable talents, Emily Sterling and Mallory Prescott." She deliberately emphasized the words "most capable talents," the implication in her words all too clear. "They'll be keeping you company for a few drinks tonight." Patrick let out a sleazy chuckle, picked up his glass, and fixed his greasy gaze squarely on Emily. "So, Ms. Sterling, was it? Here, let's have a drink." As he spoke, he reached out a pudgy hand to grab Emily's. Emily's brow furrowed slightly. She was just about to subtly evade his touch when Mallo