"That's Aaron's ability, messing this all up. All we can do is try to gain something during this opportunity."
It would be great if Hendrix could be indecent once in a while. Alas, his cold and emotionless face was too out of place. Besides, he received a great deal more attention than Aaron. To be honest, if we had taken action, we would have been tortured by Jordan.
"That's true." Freya expressed her approval. "This time, we might have to go with an unconventional plan in order to have a way out."
I did not reply. I reached out and patted her on the arm. "Let's go. It'll be over if we are late."
When I entered the private room, the people inside had already taken their seats. Aaron and Emma were sitting at the side of the door, and Hendrix was opposite them. Jordan and Naomi were sitting on his left, and the seats on the right were still empty. Therefore, Freya and I walked there and sat down.
The atmosphere in the room was quiet, and no one spoke until the dishes were served.
Freya gestured under the table, indicating that the situation was too tense. I felt that it was normal.
There was always peace before a storm.
Finally, the exquisite dishes were arranged on the table. The waiters were very sensible, and retreated right after that.
Although the table was adorned with dishes of all colors and flavor, no one's attention was focused on it. It was just as a backdrop for the real show.
I gazed in Jordan's direction, trying to discern his intentions. Nevertheless, he didn't seem to have the intention of controlling the situation. Instead, he picked up his cutlery calmly and ate in a civilized manner. It was only when Naomi picked up some food for him that he showed signs of impatience.
It seemed that Jordan had a slight mysophobia, just like Hendrix.
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