The end of conference mixer was held in the Grand Ballroom. It was the usual affair: buffet of snack food, cheese and fruit platter, chocolate fountain and an open bar.
Zöe debated on whether to attend or try to get a flight out early, but decided to put in an appearance and maybe pick up a few contacts, do some networking, be seen and all that corporate consultant stuff.
“For my country,” she said to herself as she pressed “Down.”
Ryan looked out the window into the night and the lights of the city. Headlights, tail lights, planes landing - a city at night. People coming and going, arriving and departing, leaving families and returning to families. He felt rooted to the spot.
“All dressed up and nowhere to go,” he thought. But he had someplace to go.
“I hate my job,” he said to himself as he pressed “Down.”