Summer Sutton had never been good at drinking, and she sat quietly in the corner, silently watching the lively crowd at the table.
Ariella Sawyer wasn't much of a drinker either. She was late today, and those three glasses she had were already making her dizzy.
Investors were the lifeline for actors; without pleasing them, surviving in this circle would be impossible.
Today, none of the people at the table were ones Ariella could afford to offend.
After drinking, she sat down, and when someone toasted her, she couldn't refuse. She drank all the glasses offered to her.
Summer Sutton watched from the side, feeling worried for her.
Knowing Ariella as she did, after two or three more drinks, Ariella probably wouldn't be able to hold on.
Their manager, aware of this, stood up and called over to Summer Sutton, "Summer, come sit here!"
She didn't spell it out, but Summer understood the implication—she was being asked to help handle the situation.
