There were still plenty of people there, everyone well on their way to being shitfaced, and I found myself by the coatrack, debating whether frostbite... was worth sating my nicotine craving. Who should happen to stroll up but the gentleman from last year, all alone as his wife had already gone home in one of the provided shuttles. He was standing very close to me, I was feeling very fuzzy myself so I can't rightly say exactly what he said to me, but I did note that of the handful of ladies. Her drink arrived just slightly before the meal, Jenny was relieved as she hoped the meal would help aborb some of the alcohol. The two men had ordered a typical english steak, potatoes, veg and peppercorn sauce. Jenny had gone for chicken wrapped in bacon and salad. They talked as they ate, she learnt that Steven was infact divorced, had one 10 year old daughter who he was rarely allowed to see. He was an owner of stud farm, which raised Jennys attention, stating that he breed some of the best. She looked at him craftily. “You didn’t answer the question.”“What would your father think about me answering that question, if he were here?” Bob countered.“My father isn’t here,” she pointed out calmly.“Look,” he said, frustrated. “What difference does it make, anyway?”“You mean because I’m going to die,” she said.“No! That’s not what I meant,” he said almost angrily. “You’re you, and I’m me. I’m ten years older than you. I’m not supposed to think about sex and you at the same time, and. “You should know that you’ve created a horrible impression of the agency. Your company stands to make a substantial amount of money from my studio if we can come to terms. Right now, I’m inclined to cancel the meeting and just head to Los Angeles. I came here as a courtesy to your boss and you’ve treated me with nothing but disrespect from the outset. I would assume that you aren’t tasked with meeting potential customers very frequently. If you were, you would know that your attitude is likely.