CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETEEN
Ronnie cleared his throat. Both his companions looked up at him in curiosity. Tina's face, contradictory to her previous deadpan reaction to the overly expensive-looking cafeteria, was shining like a kid on Christmas as she took the first bite of her Wagyu steak.
But still—her curiosity won and she turned to Ronnie who was obviously trying to get their attention without raising suspicions. Though, he could just speak up. Since no one would bat an eyelid if they were to talk. After all, they were co-workers. Or they were supposed to be.
"Can you do me a favor?" he asked; his eyes glinting mischievously.
Ethan put a spoonful of his soup into his mouth as he mumbled; "What is it?" he then turned to Tina. "This is good. Try this one,"
