"Mr. Collins. If you don't mind, can I ask you something?"
Irvyn was about to leave the meeting room, since the work, for now, was done, but Yvette's words held him back. "Over lunch."
"Eh? S-sure." It took a while for her to get his words, but when she did, she nodded her head and followed him behind.
They both drove to one of the nearest restaurants, and probably Irvyn had already made reservations beforehand, as a man was already waiting for them to arrive, and escorted them to a separate cabin.
"What would you like to have, ma'am?" A waiter approached them, and asked Yvette with a bow.
"Order whatever you like," Irvyn spoke up as well, while tapping away on his cell phone.
