Thirty minutes passed... then thirty-five... then forty. Clara's patience had long since run out, even Emily was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
During that entire time, the only person they saw was a maid who came in to serve refreshments before quietly disappearing again.
"What the f*ck is this?!" Clara finally snapped, her voice echoed through the room.
Emily sighed. "Mom..." It wasn't the first time Clara had complained. In fact, Emily had lost count of how many times her mother had cursed since they arrived.
"No." Clara placed her untouched glass back onto the table with more force than necessary. "We have been sitting here for forty minutes."
"Maybe Dad got caught up in a meeting," Emily said with a smile. 'That's must be it, dad wouldn't just ignore me like this.' She thought.
Clara shot her a look. "A meeting? You think so?"
Emily nodded. "You know how he is. Once he starts discussing business, he loses track of time."
