"Boss... should you be drinking?" Ben asked hesitantly, as his gaze fixed on the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table.
Melanie turned her head slowly, her narrowed eyes fixing on him questioningly. "Ben," she drawled, her voice edged with irritation. "You tell me... should I not be drinking? After everything that happened today?"
Ben hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Truth be told, she did have a point. Today had been... well, a disaster.
First, they'd barely stepped out of the office when a swarm of reporters cornered them, bombarding them with questions about the rumors swirling around LuxeArt's supposed bankruptcy. They'd pushed through the chaos, dodging cameras and answering questions only to jump from the frying pan into the fire.
