After dinner — and stealing a few of a friend's champagne glasses because, and I "e, "you need it more than I do," which I agree with 100% — we're dancing.
If you consider stomping off beat around a ballroom floor dancing.
"How are you so well respected around here?" Wolfie narrowed his eyes at me.
It's also turned into more of an interrogation.
I shrugged. "Just by knowing how to get things done and done well I guess."
It's true. I am pretty well respected in this scene. By most, not all. I've worked my but off to get these high ranking members to see me as their equal. Some of them still haven't gotten the picture, but if that's the case, I probably don't care about their opinion anyway.
And some really are just better than me and aren't my equal.
That doesn't mean we can't respect each other though.
"Hmm. . ." He hummed.