"Wait — hep — nope!" Lola spun around the moment they stepped into the dining room, her hand shooting up toward Allen.
Deep lines appeared on both Allen's and Atlas's faces as they looked at her curiously. But the first thing they saw was Lola's stretching smile before her eyes squinted.
"Before you two talk business, you both need to eat first," she declared. "No business talks until after a meal."
Allen and Atlas were both rendered speechless. Then, Allen slowly turned to his boss for help. Eating was not the resolution he needed right now. But Atlas stared at his wife first before meeting Allen's eyes.
Right then and there, Allen instantly knew his boss's decision.
With that, Lola gleefully chuckled and dragged Atlas to the dining table. As soon as her husband pulled out a chair, she snapped her eyes at Allen.
"Take your seat," she ordered. "I'll just make us lunch."
"Make lunch…?" Allen echoed, only for Atlas to respond in his usual stoic voice:
