"Of course not, Betty," Beatrice said with a warm smile, "Come in. You know you can come here anytime."
Irene, upon hearing this, snorted a bit but decided that since the Vice-President said it was okay, then who was she to complain? So long as Betty didn't disturb them doing their work, it was fine. She felt it was a pity though, that Kyle hadn't been coming in lately.
She sighed, tapping her pencil on the table as she concentrated on her work, hardly sparing Betty a glance.
Betty entered tentatively, and when she noticed that no one had any objection, her face quickly broke into a smile and she skipped over to Beatrice.
Sam quickly turned away, his hands shaking a bit as he held the paper in his hands. He pretended to be studying it intently as he went back to his seat to sit down.
Betty pulled a chair next to Beatrice and whispered, as she looked at the serious face of Sam, "Any progress yet?"
Beatrice hissed at her, "Not here!"
