Summer Ford's alcohol tolerance isn't too bad, but it's not great either. After a few glasses, her head has started to spin.
While she was still rational, she took the opportunity to call Ethan Laurent on her way to the restroom.
This was the escape plan she'd laid out for herself. Whatever happened tonight, she would fight for Rousseau. If it went smoothly, that would be best.
If she couldn't hold on, she'd ask Ethan Laurent for help.
As long as Ethan Laurent was there, she felt that even the biggest problems weren't really problems.
Summer Ford had thought out her escape strategy thoroughly before coming; her plans were quite cautious.
As she called Ethan Laurent from the restroom, her voice carried a hint of drunkenness, "Ethan Laurent..."
Her voice was already rather soft, and now it sounded even more sweetly delicate, like it was drenched in honey, making it incredibly pleasant.
