- This night was an example of strings that Pyper was tied too with her job and just wished she could cut loose. There was a certain standard that came with representing a company, and much like tonight, Pyper was giving a little for the looks of what she represented. Everything was branding reputation, and whomever’s house she was in was connected with her father and his law office that she helped establish. Did she even know the reason that she was even here? Was the invitation given because this family sought law help from her firm? -- or had someone in the house played golf with her father on the weekends? --or was this simply just a dinner party full of pointless conversations? Being a lawyer was a dog-eat-dog world. Some found such dinner party’s as this one to be the more highlighting and glamorous parts of it. Not Pyper, the woman found them to be draining. They were filled with more faux smiles, and pointless conversations. It all became tiring.
The tiresome grew along with the night, and Pyper found herself fading off from the crowd within the home. As the chatter of nonsense grew quieter behind her, the more she felt her body relaxing. A bar. Thank god. Not looking for anyone’s permission, the lawyer helped herself. Selecting the bottle of brandy, she poured herself a solid amount into a glass. How much longer did she have of this?
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