"Campaigning suits you then," she replied with easy charm as she folded her coat into one of the empty chairs at Lex's table and delicately took a seat. "And, Boston, actually. I learned to hide the accent years ago." She coolly thanked the waiter who brought her drink and lightly clasped the glass, swirling the amber liquid within to examine its legs.
"But my business is here now, yes," she continued once satisfied with the quality of her drink. She spooned a small splash of water into the scotch and swirled it again before taking a small sip. Scotch was her father's drink, and the first thing she had learned to do when she became CEO of Frost International was to drink it as well as any man. It was a man's world after all.
"How fares the campaign trail though? Surely these trying economic times are swaying popular opinion in some way."