His mind was burdened with the weight of the problem his company faced even before the assassination. Losing billions of dollars from their company's account was a major problem. Draymond had his suspicions about certain individuals, but without solid proof, he was at a standstill.
On his left, Grandma Martha calmly continued eating her bread, her eyes studying him as she nodded in response to his words.
Sitting across from him, Zarina leaned in with a teasing grin, interrupting his troubled thoughts. "Thinking or overthinking?" she playfully said, wrenching his mind back to reality.
Draymond looked towards Zarina and smiled weakly. "Maybe a bit of both. I'm just wondering who is the girl who came into my room and slept next to me," he teased, looking into Zarina's eyes.
