These guys were James' juniors and now worked at the same company. They always respected me before.
Emily smiled gracefully, "Oh, don't say that. I've met the bride, she's beautiful. I wish them all the best in their marriage."
"Wishing us well by making out with my fiancé?" I thought.
The men around her praised her for being gentle and understanding, the ideal type of woman to marry.
One of them, probably a bit too drunk, slurred out complaints about how strict I was with them at work, accusing me of being late, leaving early, and always getting drunk and needing James to drop everything to pick me up.
They didn't know that James' first startup failed because his team was made up of friends, and they were lazy and unproductive. He couldn't bring himself to reprimand them, so the company's work fell to just him and me, the only non-friend assistant he hired. I knew he didn't want to sour relationships, so I took on the role of the "bad guy."