Was it merely professional conflict?

"Miss Glyn, stop daydreaming. Let's drink.”

A portly middle-aged man named Natt approached her, refilling her glass with wine.

Shaking off her thoughts, Karina quickly stood up.

“I can't drink anymore."

Today, she had invited several directors and producers to dinner in an attempt to secure a contract for one of her actresses.

She had already drunk a substantial amount. Even though she had taken an anti-alcohol pill beforehand, she was beginning to feel tipsy.

However, Natt seemed impervious to the effects of alcohol, which was a real problem.

“You don’t want to drink with me? As long as you drink this glass of wine, I'll guarantee the secondary lead role in my new production to your star," Natt said, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Karina's eyes lit up.

“Are you serious?" nen have I ever gone back on my word?"

“Alright, I'll drink this glass of wine."

Karina reached for the glass, ready to drink it down.

“Hold on, it's not fun to drink like this." Natt raised his hand to stop her.

Karina looked at him questioningly, "How should we drink then?"

With a chuckle, Natt wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

The lust in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by Karina.

Karina froze, internally cursing him, but outwardly she managed to smile.

"Alright."

Natt laughed.

“Karina, I didn't expect you to be so smart. Let's do it."

He even started calling her Karina instead of Miss Glyn.