Jared stepped out of the private room to take a call.
Although Agnes was physically there, her mind trailed after Jared. Shawn noticed her preoccupation and reassured her, "No need to worry. I just checked, it's a call from his company secretary. Probably something work-related stuff. Jared isn't like us. He doesn't have a lot of female friends. Over the years, there's really only been Mamie."
Shawn realized he'd put his foot in his mouth. He slapped his forehead in exasperation, "Look at me, blabbering away. Don't mind me, Agnes. I'll punish myself with three drinks."
And he did, downing three shots even though Agnes told him it wasn't necessary. Despite her words, she did feel a bit awkward. If even their friends knew about Jared and Mamie being a long-time couple, their feelings for each other must be pretty deep.
Agnes had never asked about Jared and Mamie, nor dared to. At least for now, Jared was a dutiful husband, always by her side.
As for Mamie, Agnes decided to let time handle that issue.
Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open. Agnes looked over, expecting Jared. But, as the saying went, speak of the devil.
In walked Mamie.
The lively room turned awkwardly quiet. No one expected Mamie to show up here. Even Brayden was surprised. As he had purposely not invited Mamie, knowing Jared would be there.
Mamie walked in, dressed in a long black dress with a matching blazer draped over her shoulders. Her makeup was flawless, her long, waves of hair were perfect, and she radiated authority.
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