"Hello, Mr. West," Max greeted and everyone followed suit. Since it wasn't a formal meeting, they were more friendly and considered him as their friend's father rather than their superior.
"Hello, hello," Oliver too greeted them equally amicably. "I brought you all some snacks. I hope you'll like it." He pushed the food trolley and glanced at Ivy who was smiling faintly.
"Thank you so much, Mr. West." Sasha wasn't the one to shy away when it came to food. So, she stood up and helped Oliver push the trolley inside.
Oliver was tickled by Sasha's antics and he chuckled to himself. "You people talk. I have some work to do. And Max, may I have a word with you once you are done here?"
Max glanced at Ivy who looked equally puzzled as him as she stared at her father questioningly.
"It's about work," Oliver clarified, unable to tolerate his daughter's intense gaze, and immediately after, Ivy's expression eased.
"Yes, Mr. West."
