"We're here,"
Marcel finally stepped out of the car and walked up to the diner restaurant in front. His people had already reserved the place to have this negotiation.
One of the soldiers guarding the entrance bowed at him and opened the door to let him in. Vintage movie posters, lunch boxes, and other tchotchkes adorned the walls, while hearty made-from-scratch dishes adorn the menu. The small town's extra-friendly vibe and the smell of mouth-watering foods made Marcel relax a bit, assuring himself that there wouldn't be a bloodbath tonight.
However, the peace was shattered when a sharp cry pierced the air and he looked ahead to see Adele failing miserably to calm the girl. She probably didn't have enough experience with children knowing that she was treated like an outcast throughout her life by her own family. Moreover, all she was interested in was working hard and getting promoted.
