However, the moment Donner Russ concluded a diplomatic toast with Secretary Mason, he immediately grabbed his freshly filled wine glass and aggressively slid his heavy frame into the vacant space right beside Evelyn.
"President Sin, look over here! I would like to personally propose a special toast directly to you!" the heavy tycoon boomed. As the words left his mouth, he casually extended his thick, fleshy arm across the high back of Evelyn's chair, positioning his frame in a manner that made it appear as though he were intimately holding her against his side.
Evelyn's sharp mind immediately kicked into high gear, calculating the cleanest, most professional mechanism to reject the predatory advance. "President Russ, you have my sincere apologies, but I have officially reached my physical limit for the evening. My tolerance for alcohol is truly quite lacking..."
