Silent.
Awkward.
And as usual, a torture.
Their second dinner could be summarized like that. Again.
The Master said nothing more after that illustrious admission of his. Amanda remained smartly silent, acting as if she enjoyed the meal when in truth her stomach felt like it had just turned upside down.
Who wouldn’t be when this kind of a man just revealed what he thinks about her?
Amanda knew the purpose of this dinner was to be interrogated about what she witnessed during the time of the murder. She didn’t expect it would turn out a confession as well.
It consequently placed her in a hot seat.
Especially in addition to another predicament of hers: the Master’s uncovered eyes.
During dinner, she felt like a mouse trapped in a cage.
Why?
Because the he kept on drilling a hole through her with his secretive star
