The VIP lounge was lively.
It had been some time since all of them could just hang out like this, and so, they were not going to let it go to waste.
"Where IS Kyle?!" demanded Xing Han, pounding his fist on the table, "I mean, I know he's like, the youngest and handsomest CEO in one of the biggest multinational companies in the world but that does not mean he's got an excuse for being late!!"
"Can't you even insult him without praising him?" asked Ali, flabbergasted, "And handsomest isn't a word."
"Who cares? If the word fits, I will use it," Xing Han replied with a smile.
"Poor Nitocris," said Sam with a sigh.
"What? Why? I take care of my Cookie very well indeed," countered Xing Han, causing everyone to cringe.
"Can you please stop calling him that?" Kay said, placing the back of her hand on her forehead, "It just gives me the chills when you start calling the Lord of the Underworld, 'Cookie'."
