<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The drink in Noah's hand spilled across his fingers and dribbled down his tie. He looked up with a faint smirk as he met the gaze of a few of his employees. Taking a napkin from the bartender, he wiped himself off chuckling and set the half empty glass down. What was her name? She was cute. He couldn't help but stare into her light brown eyes. Her hair contrasted with her pale skin, but it worked. Shaking his head he looked down again, a bit embarrassed he caught himself staring at her.<br/>
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"Oh, it's no trouble at all. Accidents happen. Really, I'm fine. That's dry cleaning is for."<br/>
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"Noah, sir. There you are!"<br/>
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He let out an audible groan as Gus huffed and puffed up the stairs. He held onto the bar counter wheezing. "Your mother is looking for you."<br/>
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Noah sipped his scotch thoughtfully. "I bet. She'll manage for now until I make my way around. Until then, get Lisa to follow her around."<br/>
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Gus's mouth dropped opened looking at Cinder, Jaq and Gil. "You sure boss?"<br/>
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Noah nodded slowly. "Yes, I wanna talk to folks. Keep her busy." <br/>
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He waved him away and shook his head. "Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, Cinder...is that your name miss? I heard you helped with the party. Excellent job."<br/>
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Pausing he looked back at her and went back to the bar. He found a stool and pulled it up to the counter. "Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?" He couldn't believe he was sharing these thoughts with his employees, but maybe that's what he needed. Someone other than his family or friends to tell him the truth...no sugar coating, the bare bones truth. "I'm under an immense amount of pressure. But it's nice to relax every now and then don't you agree?"</span>