Jonathan stood up from the table with a smug sense of satisfaction radiating off him. He straightened his suit with deliberate slowness as if savoring every second of his apparent victory. A triumphant smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, indicating how so much he believed he had won this round.
“I didn't expect you'd invite me for dinner, but I so much enjoyed it; it was a linkup I never knew I needed,” Jonathan says, his voice thick with sarcasm as his eyes flicker to Logan.
“The food was delicious, and it was a pleasure—an honor, really—for nobody like me to be dining with the illustrious Kratos family.” He added that last part with a flourish, his tone dripping with mock enthusiasm.
Logan and Sophia exchanged brief, startled glances. The word *invite* had hung in the air like a
