Lance pov
The atmosphere inside the room is tense,suffocating even. Cliff hasn't uttered a word since I told him about the conversation I had with Kara. Looking at him,he seems composed, unbothered. But I know that's a facade. He is about to burst, to explode.
He is typing furiously on his laptop and hasn't spoken to me.
"Cliff,will you say something?" I sigh with frustration. I hate it when he becomes this way.
"What do you want me to say, Lance?" He snaps, his eyes brewing with a storm.
"Anything or something."
"Will saying anything change her mind? Will she stay if I do?" He asks and I shrug.
" I don't know. That's why I am telling you so that we can figure out... "
" We are going to figure out nothing, Lance. Nothing. We offered her a contract and she is fulfilling the term
