Dog then turned to gaze at Ingrid impatiently. “Come over here and pour Mr. Charleston a glass, Ingrid.”
Ingrid shook like a leaf as she clung to Josephine, who squeezed the younger woman’s hand reassuringly.
“Ingrid’s young and inexperienced. Let me do it.”
Josephine stood up and grabbed the bottle of white wine before approaching Larold at the other end of the table.
Dog smirked at the sight, confident in his assessment that Josephine's initiative to pour the wine was indicative of her actual identity as an escort.
Larold considered Josephine's offer as he allowed his eyes to wander up and down her body before holding out his glass.
“Dog,” he called appreciatively. “Who is this lovely lady?”
“She's the girlfriend of my fiancee's cousin,” Dog said at once, aware that important men like Larold did not enjoy the company of women for hire.
“Where do you work, Mr.
Charleston?” Josephine asked sweetly as she poured the wine.
“Mr. Charleston is an executive of Sullivan Group,” boasted Dog before Larold could speak. “They are running the helm of development in Horington!”
Josephine smiled triumphantly, her suspicions regarding the involvement of her family's company confirmed. So this fool is under Dad's employ'.
“What is your name, my dear?” Larold asked as he gazed at her, the lust in his eyes no longer concealed.
“My name is Josephine Sullivan,” she answered with a smile.
“Josephine Sullivan?” Larold’s forehead creased ever so slightly before smoothing out again. “What a lovely name. In fact, the daughter of our boss is called Josephine Sullivan too.”
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