"Mr. Collins? You called me in?"
"Oh yes, come in."
Yvette slightly peeked inside the office room, until he allowed her to go inside. With careful steps, she went inside the brightly lit, well-furnished office room she was all accustomed to. She tried to read into his expression, in an attempt to figure out why she was called into his office, when it was time for lunch. She was thinking of getting a salad for herself, but if this man takes long, she wonders if she can make it in time after fighting the huge line it forms in front of that little restaurant she found that day, which sells the best salad she has had.
Noticing her standing there with a confused look on her face, Irvyn pointed at his couch with his index. "Have a seat there. I assume you still haven't had lunch."
"No, I was about to."
