The female model glanced around. "A female gorilla?"
Elmer Grant pointed at her. "The female... the female here..."
The model knew he was talking about her and was furious, but there was nothing she could do.
"President Grant, you were drunk. I was the one who helped you back to your room. You even stripped my clothes off."
Quentin Grant didn't even look at her again. "Get out."
"President Grant... you..."
"Oh, right. She told us to call Mommy. I think we really need to tell Mommy about this... Elmer... what do you think?"
Elmer Grant let out a dry laugh. "This is such a trivial matter. How could we possibly bother Mommy with it? Your sons will handle it themselves. Right, Daddy?"
Quentin Grant agreed. "Mm-hm. You can handle it however you want. Daddy will be waiting for you outside."
He was in an absolutely terrible mood.
He stepped out the door and immediately saw the captain. "Hm?"
