"Okay." Issac Sutton didn't ask for a reason. He stood up and supported Ivy Holden from the other side, whispering, "President Holden, your grandmother just called. She said she misses you."
"Grandma?" Ivy Holden shook her head, trying to sober up. "Grandma wouldn't be calling me at this hour. Come on, let's drink!"
Issac Sutton reasoned with her patiently. "President Holden, you can't drink anymore. The *Song of Time* finale is this weekend. Your voice won't be able to handle it if you keep drinking."
"It's fine. It's not like I have to win the championship! My goal is to make money! As long as you get famous, and everyone in our company gets famous, and my movie is a box office hit, then I'm golden!" Ivy Holden declared, then tipped her head back and downed another glass.
"Ivy, if you want to drink, we can drink at home," Jensen Morrison said, trying to pull her up again.
"Don't touch me!" Ivy Holden swatted Jensen Morrison's arm away.
