"Kian Miller, you take Chloe Fairchild. You're coming with me."
Secretary Carter, pushing the wheelchair, was stunned. "I have to drink, too?"
Kian Miller clapped him on the shoulder. "Secretary Carter, right? Don't stand on ceremony! The rules of Aethelgard demand thoroughness! Those two already had a drink. It would be rude for you to just stand there watching."
Secretary Carter choked, his face turning green. He gaped, speechless for a long moment.
Jett Westgate said nothing more. Ignoring any conflict that might erupt behind him, he tightened his grip on Annelise Valentine and carried her out of the private room.
The anger and frustration Sean Conrad had been bottling up all night finally exploded:
"Jett Westgate, you motherfucker! All of you bastards from The Capital Scene, you put on this respectable act, but you're just full of fucking dirty tricks!
