Can't You Ever Be Thankful?

Amara watched as Tobias rose from his seat, and just like that, the entire table was silenced. "Mr. Larsen," Bowen began, but was instantly silenced as Tobias sent him a glare so cold, Amara was sure it could have killed him. "What did you just do?" Tobias's tone was calm, but carried enough of an accusatory tone to have Bowen break out in sweat, in seconds. "Mr. Larsen, what are you talking about, I don't understand." He stuttered feeling small under the gaze of Tobias, Amara and the other investors. Amara herself, cocked her head to the side, glancing from Tobias to Bowen. What type of stunt was he pulling this time around? She wondered. Pointing to the drink, Tobias asked, loud and clear. "Just now, what did you put in Ms. Crawford's drink?" At this, Bowen's face crumbled and the investors, all men who had once been looking at the two of them with interest, now frowned. "Well...It's not like that. I-" "You put something in my drink?" Amara interrupted with the question, turning to f