CAEL’S POV
“The table has been set, sir,” the chef told me calmly. “It is time you have dinner.”
I dropped the magazine on the table and stood up. Within a few seconds, I was seated, beholding the feast that had been prepared for me alone. The chef watched me sit and then he gave a curt bow and walked away. I picked up my fork and as I took a bite of the meal, I heard footsteps incoming. I found it strange that I knew the footsteps belonged to Charles. I didn’t think I had been paying attention to things like that.
When Charles entered, he took a seat to my left. He placed his briefcase on the table and from it, he brought out some documents. There was no more space on the table so he started to push aside some of the dishes to make space.
I frowned at him immediately, “This is the din
