When everyone finished their meal. Miss Meagan planned to excuse herself from the dining room. She wanted to allow the younger people time to talk. She had noticed that while they were eating, her son and Ian were exchanging curious glances with one another, and as tactful as always, she knew they had questions they wanted to ask without her around. Unfortunately, her move came a little too late.
"Okay, I can't take it anymore. What do you want?" President Lee asked, and Mina feigned hurt.
"What do you mean? I haven't asked you for anything," she replied. Mina had her hand on her chest and tears were beginning to well in her eyes.
"So, you just cooked my favorite meal for no reason?" President Lee followed up.
"Your favorite meal? President Lee, I do not know what you mean," Mina lied. "Miss Meagan suggested I try to prepare tenderloin days ago, and today was as good a day as any. I didn't even know you were coming. Miss Meagan, can you please tell him?" Mina asked.
