"So, Miss Yvette Juan, I believe?"
Yvette turned her head at once by David's voice, as soon as Irvyn left the study room enraged. She looked back at the elder man and nodded her head before responding. "Yes, I am."
"Sit down. We have a long discussion to make." David showed her the chair across from his, and pulled open the drawer in his desk, only to bring out a small case full of cigarettes. Pulling one out of the box, he extended the packet towards her. "Hum?"
"Ah, I am sorry, sir. But I don't smoke," Yvette tried her best to keep a polite expression, even though it quite bothered her that she needs to bear that annoying cigarette smell she absolutely hates.
"Don't girls like to smoke these days? They say it makes them cool or whatnot." David seemed puzzled, as if he didn't expect this response from Yvette. "My daughter says that, at least."
