"Hey, what was it all about?" Elara asked as soon as she walked around the table and sat on the seat before George.
She was on her way home because the director wanted to treat all the winning participants to dinner, and she wanted to be dressed appropriately, not in jeans like she was.
"Sit down. Even when you are back, we barely get time to speak to each other and have a proper meal." George crossed his hand.
Elara chuckled at his words before looking at Antonio and signaling for him to sit with them.
"No, Miss Elara. How can I?" Antonio shook his head, a bit embarrassed because he didn't usually sit with his boss to eat.
However, Elara made a habit of eating with him whenever she was having a meal and he was around.
"Sit," George ordered Antonio, and this time the man didn't say anything.
"What happened to your fists? Did something happen?" George asked before looking at Elara for an explanation.
