TWELVE
Maybe an hour or so later, a man came to tell her it was time for dinner.
Rora didn’t know much about the building she was in—they were on the second floor, that was about all she could tell from the view—but when she left the room to follow the guy who was leading her to dinner, she saw a few more doorways.
At the end of the corridor, a door was opened for her and she went in to find Bella and Strike already at the circular dinner table. Sitting at opposite sides, they weren’t even looking at each other. Strike was doing something on his laptop and Bella was issuing instructions to a man standing beside her. She was pointing at the copious amount of food, directing one dish to be switched with another and certain bowls to be rearranged. Talk about OCD, Bella got quite frustrated
