The evening after the successful press conference found Edwin and his team gathered in a plush, dimly lit bar. The ambiance was warm and inviting, with soft jazz playing in the background and the gentle clink of glasses punctuating the conversation. Edwin had insisted on this celebration, wanting to show his appreciation for the tireless efforts of those who had stood by him through the storm.
"To the best team a guy could ask for," Edwin said, raising his glass of scotch. The others followed suit, their faces lit with smiles of relief and camaraderie.
"You did well out there, Ed. But don't let it go to your head." Marcus teased, as he clinked his glass against Edwin's. "We still have more battles out there and –"
Max quickly cut the overly serious and workaholic man off with a chuckle,
