"groveling" - 1 õppematerjal

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you and Steven?" "Why not? Pure Food and Wine at seven, if they can squeeze us in. If not, surprise us." We'd barely returned to Mark's office when he was pounced on by the executives-Michael Waters, the CEO and president, and Christine Field and Walter Leaman, the executive chairman and vice chairman. I skirted the four of them as quietly as possible and slid into my cubicle. I called Pure Food and Wine and begged for a table for two. After some serious groveling and pleading, the hostess finally caved. I left a message on Mark's voice mail, "It's definitely your lucky day. You're booked for dinner at seven. Have fun!" Then I clocked out, eager to get home. "He said what ?" Cary sat on the opposite end of our white sectional sofa and shook his head. "I know, right?" I enjoyed another sip of my wine. It was a crisp and nicely chilled sauvignon blanc I'd picked up on the walk home. "That was my reaction, too