Anne felt a strange terror suddenly seize her. That liquid Clara put in that drink, whatever it was frightened her immensely.
Without even thinking, Anne lifted her dress and sprinted in Andrew's direction, she was afraid she wouldn't reach him on time and he would have sipped the drink Clara just sneakily handed to him.
She couldn't let him drink that...
Anne was unaware of her surroundings in this moment, she didn't care that she'd just bumped aside important high ranking investors, nor did she care if she offended any of them, she rushed towards Andrew at the very moment someone clinked glasses with him in a toast and he was about to take the drink towards his lips.
The fastest way she could stop him from drinking out of the glass was by knocking the drink away from him, and Anne did just that, swiftly slapping the glass out of his hold. It caused the liquid to splatter over the suit of the man closest to Andrew while the glass fell to the door shattering loudly.
