"President Granger," Clint said worriedly. "You can't drink..."
The directors had drunk a lot. With the addition of Amos being polite to them, they started to relax as well.
"Are you're treating us as outsiders, Assistant Zuckerberg? We're friends with President Granger, and we're going to work with each other in the future! If you can't even give us some leeway, why should we cooperate with you then?"
Clint replied, "I'll drink for President Granger then."
The men's faces suddenly darkened. "We all drink for ourselves. Why is President Granger getting special treatment then?"
"That's right. Is he looking down on us?"
"But..."
Clint was about to explain, but Amos interrupted him, "Clint, stop."
He then turned around and looked at the men. "My assistant is still inexperienced. I apo
