Delicacy

"Escargot, Mr. President?" I purr, injecting a hint of flirtation into my voice, as innocent as I can muster.

"Ah, thank you… Courtney," he replies, his smile broadening as his eyes flicker to the nametag on my dress.

Straightening up, I catch the president's bodyguard eyeing me with suspicion. I lower my gaze demurely and pivot gracefully. Stay calm, remember your training.

Suddenly, a sharp voice cuts through the air. "Don't eat that, sir!"

Shit, time for plan B.