Scar didn't waste a second. As soon as he lowered himself onto the velvet cushion, he set both elbows on the table and said, "I will get down to business. I'm not here to disturb your lunch. As soon as I'm finished, I'm out of your way."
Ren leaned back, lazy grin intact, as if this were the most relaxing afternoon of his life. "We're all ears."
Leonel shut his mouth tight and straightened his spine, like a student suddenly called to recite. Beside him, Saya kept her gaze down. Her lipstick shone, but her eyes were tense. Mike's arm was around her shoulders until she lifted it off and placed it back in his lap. The gesture was small, but it cut the air like a knife.
Mike's glare could've burned a hole in the table. He looked ready to spit fire at Ren and Leonel if Scar hadn't been there.
