How do you plan to compete with her collectively? Are you trying to gang up on her, considering your numbers? Picking three people from your group is already an advantage. Why don't you say anything? Are you uncertain about winning?"

"No."

“Then what is it?"

After a brief pause, someone spoke up. “Okay.”

“That settles it." The director decided it.

“Today is the director's farewell party. Let's all enjoy the celebration." Camila rose and raised a glass to the director, saying, "Thank you for trusting me. I will try my best to not let you down.”

The director praised her and affirmed, "I believe in you. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken the initiative to find you."

They clinked glasses.

After Camila set down her glass, another man stood up to toast the director.

One after another, the director had to consume a considerable amount of alcohol.

Thus, he proposed that everyone should share a drink.

Gradually, the atmosphere became more relaxed.

The farewell party persisted until twelve o'clock in the evening.

Leaving early was deemed inappropriate on such an occasion.

Camila stepped outside.

The driver was there to fetch her.

Having consumed only one glass, she wasn't intoxicated, though her face displayed a slight blush.

The driver informed her that Aldrin had left the hospital as soon as he regained consciousness.

She nodded.

Aldrin needed some time to compose himself.