Lily beamed as she said, "I'm buying, so we can go anywhere you want!"
After work, they arrived at a restaurant, and Lily, always generous in entertaining, chose a high-end one. She even
extended the invitation to her colleagues, including famous authors and their agents. Among them was Camila.
They chatted happily in the private room. The famous authors expressed confidence in Maisie, eagerly anticipating
her new book to create history for the company.
"See? So many people are confident about you. I told you that you're great, remember?" Lily patted Maisie's
shoulder, smiling. "I told you not to work as a journalist back then. Why would you want to do that? I'm glad that
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAmanda pulled a trick and you ended up not taking the journalist examination! I should thank her!"
"Ahem, boss..." Rachael signaled urgently from the side.
"Oh, no, no... Look at me!" Lily corrected herself. "I wanted to say that even without Amanda, you wouldn't be able
to get the press pass either!"
Some people looked awkward, while others suppressed their laughter.
Helplessly, Rachael stood up and raised her glass at Maisie. "Don't listen to Ms. Lily, Ms. Squire! She had too much
to drink. You know her. She's good at everything but incoherent whenever she sees pretty people!"
Maisie smiled at the joke, understanding Lily's incoherence was due to the drinks.
To be frank, Maisie used to fear work-related socializing, but being out with Lily felt relaxing. Lily, a serious and strict
boss at work, seemed to shed that persona after hours.
Lily stood up and apologized to Maisie.
"Don't do that, Ms. Lily!" Maisie looked at her sincerely. "It's my honor to work for your company." She raised her
glass, finishing the wine.
Maisie, who had never drunk outside before, felt at ease with Lily by her side.
After drinking, she went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she looked up in the mirror, she saw a familiar
face emerging from the stall.
"Maisie?"
"Ms. Camila?" Maisie greeted her with a smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe had almost not noticed Camila's presence throughout the night—she was quiet, staying in a corner during the
drinking and chatting.
"You're too nice," Camila said, walking over with a smile. "Just call me Camila. We've been working for so long. Let's
skip the courtesy, am I right?"
"Okay."
"Are you alright?" Camila observed her flushed cheeks. "Did you have too much to drink?"
"I'm okay."
"Should I get Daniel to pick you up later?" Camila asked. "Why don't I call him? I'm worried that you're drinking too
much out here!"