"Come on, Sarah, just one glass and that's it," a beautiful woman urged, leaning close with a mischievous grin.
"Look at us—we're all drunk already. Don't be such a killjoy. Join us. One glass, that's all."
The woman wasn't just anyone.
She was one of the famed "Big Three" female managers in Ross's company—high-ranking, influential, and notorious for knowing exactly how to bend situations to her favor.
When she spoke, people listened. And when she coaxed, resistance often melted away.
Tonight, her charm was on full display, her words slipping into Sarah's ears with practiced ease.
Sarah exhaled softly, caught between refusal and submission.
Dozens of eyes were on her, waiting for her answer, and the weight of that attention pressed down heavily.
She straightened her posture, smoothing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Okay…" she finally said, her voice quieter than she intended. "One glass. That's it."
