People like us—small-time reporters—weren’t seated anywhere near Liam’s table.
Wade introduced me to several senior figures in the industry.
“This is our company’s newest recruit. She’s a sharp girl. Her name is Chloe Burns. Come on, introduce yourself.”
As the newcomer, I had no choice but to drink my share of toasts.
By the end, my head was spinning.
I barely managed to mumble an apology before rushing to the restroom, hand over my mouth.
I threw up until my stomach was empty.
After rinsing my mouth, I splashed some cold water on my face and stepped out.
The hallway lights were dim and in the shadows by the window stood a familiar figure.
My heart pounded hard.
I wanted to pretend I hadn’t seen him and just walk away.
But as soon as I took a step, Liam spoke.
His voice was low, deliberate, and laced with emotions I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Chloe Burns.”
I froze mid-step.
Swallowing hard, I heard the sound of slow, steady footsteps approaching.
I instinctively shut my eyes.
Then he stopped right in front of me, his familiar presence pressing in inch by inch.
When I opened my eyes, I met his deep, unfathomable gaze.
“Mr.” Hughes.
My throat tightened with nerves, and I spoke quietly. “How do you know my name?”
He didn’t answer right away, just studied me for a long moment before straightening up.
“Your senior had you toasting at every table. By now, everyone in that room knows your name.”
Thinking of Wade’s booming voice, I suddenly felt my face heat up.
“Sorry, he’s been really kind to us newcomers—maybe a little too enthusiastic. If we disturbed you, I apologize.”
I carefully chose my words, worried about dragging Wade into this.
But Liam didn’t respond.
Under the warm glow of the lights, he narrowed his eyes slightly, watching me with an unreadable, almost amused expression.
