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With a loud smack on the table, she fumed, “Oy, the hell you think you are?! You ruined my perfectly good door!” The group was made out of about ten or so men who were all dressed in suits. The one in the middle, who looked about in his thirties, was wearing a pair of shades. Just one glance at him, and everyone could tell that he was a bigshot disinterested in friendly chats about the weather. Even the men behind him looked pretty cool, if not intimidating. Their presence ushered a change in mood. Suddenly, the Turners froze, their indignance fizzling out. One of them, a middle-aged man, turned pale and dove behind his family’s backs, as though worried that someone might notice him.

Megan stood up Immediately and met her at the door, as they whispered something softly Tanya kept nodding her head before she walked out of the door. The table was also agog with whispers. Megan came back to the table “well that was unexpected” My heart was beating too fast and I felt self aware. It felt like the table had all their eyes on me. “Let’s do this the proper way shall we” Megan spoke She took a glass and a spoon and clicked them together. She all had our attention now and everyone had taken their seats. “First off Jennifer said yes to Samuel, eve thought we all know she couldn’t say no” the table started laughing.

“Aww. You’re sweet.” I closed my eyes briefly, as Luca turned over his cards. A low murmur erupted immediately. Even I could tell; four cards on the table already matched his. And that was a strong hand, the kind that ended games and egos alike. My stomach dropped. It was over. Carla was still smiling however, swaying slightly in her chair, clearly unconcerned. She leaned forward, squinted at the cards like she was trying to remember what game they were even playing.

My stomach dropped—a sickening lurch of gravity. "That's just changing the predator. The hunger remains the same." "It's our turn!" "No," I said firmly. I stepped into his personal space. I felt the heat radiating from his skin. "The cycle is over. The machine is broken. We don't rebuild the Throne, Kaine. We build a Table." "A table?" He sneered. "With the Ensi? With the butchers?" "With everyone who has a pulse and a will to build." Kaine shook his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, the pupils erratic. He realized the crowd was stabilizing. He realized they were tracking my movements, not his words.

The atmosphere was charged with excitement, and the air was filled with a symphony of hurried footsteps and whispered conversations. As I observed the table being meticulously set, my eyes narrowed in bewilderment. The plates before me were not the ones I had carefully chosen. Puzzled, I approached the female responsible for arranging the table, seeking an explanation. With a gentle yet determined voice, I inquired, "Where are the plates I selected? And why have the table runners deviated from our agreed-upon sage colour?" She appeared slightly puzzled, bowing her head before responding. "I was instructed to make these changes, Luna. We were asked to use these plates and bring out the red ta

The others at the table murmured thoughtfully. James turned back to me. “Laila’s not marked yet. So don’t try anything funny.” Lucas held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m an innocent butterfly here,” he declared. That earned a round of laughter from the table, and I couldn’t help smiling. Lucas smiled brightly again and winked at me. He seemed like the type of person who made sure everyone stayed lighthearted, goofed around if needed. Every group had one, didn’t it?

When she’s done the entire surface of the table is nearly covered with cards. “Okay, so what next?” I asked. “Now we play” I nod my head again. “So, we pick any card and revel it until we get one of similar shape and color, whoever picks a similar shape or color first wins that round and we go from there until the table’s cleared. You get?” I look away from my phone, where I’d being checking if I had any missed calls, though I doubt that, it’d be impossible to miss a call when if I am checking on it every two minutes.

"Since we are all old acquaintances, may I ask you to order a few more bottles of wine?" "To think that the owner of a company could fall from grace like this... Let's see, as long as you drink all the alcohol on the table, I'll open as many bottles as you want." Mr. Paine grinned maliciously. Jessica looked at the four bottles of vodka and four bottles of red wine on the table, and she felt a little scared. "Sir, let me do it!" "My alcohol tolerance is good, let me!" The other waiters and waitresses rushed over, competing for the chance.

The man's face flushed with embarrassment as he quickly backed away, retreating to the back of the crowd. "Pregnant women are already prone to complications. If any of you are willing to take responsibility for her, I'll arrange a table right now," I said, scanning the room. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. I sneered internally. Just moments ago, they were all standing on their moral high ground. But as soon as they were asked to take responsibility, none of them dared to speak up. Just when I thought I had managed to avoid Zoey's miscarriage in my restaurant, Laurence suddenly shoved me.

They tumbled down to the second floor and splashed into the garden pond. "You!" Sheila shot me an angry look, then quickly looked sad and pulled on Elliot's shirt. "Elliot! My presents!" I just sneered, "They're just presents. You can get more." Elliot kept staring at me, like he noticed something odd. When I turned to leave, he grabbed my wrist. Right then, the butler came in to say dinner was ready. Joseph would also be home at any minute. I laughed without a care, shook off Elliot's hand, and walked to the dining room without looking back.