his struggles to gain it all.

Walking past Zane with a plate of fried plantains and eggs, Emma set it on the table and mumbled, “Dad said that he wants us to have lunch at his place.”

“Sure,” Zane mumbled, his attention on the papers before him.

But after a moment of total silence, he raised his gaze to see Emma staring at him with one of her brows raised.

Immediately, Zane dropped the pen, closed the files, and then pushed them aside.

“Thank you,” Emma murmured as she picked up the plate and put it in front of him along with a glass of orange juice. “Enjoy,”

For a second, Zane stared blankly at her for a moment before picking up the fork. His appetite was still nonexistent after finding out that Mr. Clark is a disgusting freak, and now he had like three days to make a final decision on how to handle things with him.

But he knew Emma woke up early to make this, so he pushed his thoughts aside for a while and started eating, enjoying it a little more than usual.

“Sooo... I was thinking, once everything is over, you