Leila walked with small and elegant steps to the gossiping group of people. Numerous eyes were on her, but she did not seem to mind.
For an unknown reason, the people at the table felt a strong sense of oppression as Leila neared them. They did not believe she heard their words. Moreover, they had no reason to fear a powerless girl.
But there was something strange about her.
Leila stood right next to their table. "May I join you?"
Her polite tone seemed to have a hypnotic edge. The people were frozen for a moment before they came to their senses. Some looked like they would oppose, but the crude man spoke up first.
"Of course, Ms Lawson," He said with an enthusiastic look on his face. "Please sit down."
Leila pulled a chair and sat down before looking at the members of the table. There were four girls and two boys. They were all young and wore clothes that implied they came from considerable wealth.
