Everyone gathered here were mostly business men and women from the South, East and West. None were from the North and capital. There was only one business that was big enough to be ranked as second, among these areas.
Yes. It was Wine. My company I had started with only a hand in drink production. But now has sway in jewelry making, designing, entertainment raw extraction.
A man I didn't recognize, who was dressed rather fancily — probably not from the South, spoke up, sounding very unconvinced by my words.
"A pretty story, but that's all. Wine belongs to a clever merchant, not a young lady with idle hands. Tell me, my lady, do you plan to sell bottles with those flimsy smiles of yours?"
As his question landed, someone muttered. "Perhaps Lady Deor's lover is representing the CEO of Wine."
I had anticipated this type of reaction and had prepared. So far, I had always acted as a meek and quiet lady.
