Lessie's POV I still didn’t care. I just wanted to leave quickly, but Mr. Rodriguez, who should’ve been on his way to his office, suddenly came back. Maybe he’d noticed the commotion. “Mr. Benjamin, shouldn’t you join for the meal? After all, we’re all partners, and Mr. Freddie just wants to create a stronger bond,” Mr. Rodriguez said, his message unmistakable. None of us bought what Mr. Rodriguez was saying. What sort of “bond” could someone like Freddie be interested in creating? Benjamin stopped, so I had to stop too, even though I wanted to pull him away. “Uh, yes. You’re right,” Benjamin nodded, and my shoulders slumped. Mr. Rodriguez turned to me with a smile. “Mr. Benjamin has already agreed, so I’m sure you have no problem joining the meal, right?” Since Benjamin had alread

