When Rhona Langley brought Seraphina Quinn into the private room, James Langley was already drinking with Gordon Warren.
To be precise, James Langley had already found two young models to drink arm-in-arm with Gordon Warren, while he stood to the side, cracking dirty jokes and egging them on.
But Gordon Warren showed little interest in the models. After one or two toasts, he was bored.
With a CLANG, he slammed his glass down.
"James, these two pieces of trash are less interesting than the young maid at my house."
Just as he was speaking, Rhona brought Seraphina Quinn in through the door.
Seeing them, James Langley quickly leaned in toward Gordon Warren's ear.
"Warren, those two were just appetizers. The one Rhona brought is the real feast."
As he finished, Gordon Warren followed James Langley's gaze.
One look was all it took. Gordon Warren's eyes were glued to her.
He grinned, gave James a thumbs-up, and said, "I'm hard."
James Langley's only goal was the business deal.
