"Who said you could leave?"
Nora Scott's words weren't light or heavy, her voice not even raised, barely counting as stern. But just that one throwaway line made this whole external support team stop in unison.
A bunch of gazes snapped over at her.
Full of wariness.
"We've already agreed to your brother. What more do you want?" someone questioned.
Nora arched a brow. "If I'm not mistaken, I'm your team leader."
"…"
No one spoke.
There was this faint sense of doom.
"Come," Nora lifted her chin a little and pointed to the seats on both sides of the desk. "Sit."
Rita stepped out, her whole face practically spelling "I've got a problem with you." She ground her teeth and said in a low voice, "Even if you're the team leader, you don't have the right to stop us from eating, do you?"
Her voice was full of anger.
