Quentin Grant sat on an empty sofa, and the woman sat down with him, her lovely face wreathed in smiles.
Ethan Ellsworth stood up, boldly sat down next to the beauty, and slung an arm around her shoulder. "Hey beautiful, you're gorgeous."
The woman smiled faintly. "Thank you for the compliment."
Her bearing was quite dignified, unlike a woman from the nightlife scene.
Ethan Ellsworth leaned in close to her face. "You smell amazing. Can I have a kiss?"
The woman politely refused, "I'm sorry, you can't."
Ethan Ellsworth looked at Quentin Grant. "How long have you known her? She's quite a catch."
Before Quentin Grant could answer, the woman spoke up. "You must be President Grant's friends, right? My name is Charlotte Young. The 'Chang' in my given name is the character for 'sing'."
Herman Hawthorne waved a waiter over. "Two whiskeys."
He then chuckled lightly. "Charlotte Young, what a unique name. What do you do for a living, Miss Young?"
