"Get in," Michael commanded, his eyes broke no argument as he stood by the driver's side of his car. Evelyn had intended to drive herself, but she slowly walked over and sat in the passenger seat, yielding to his command.
The meeting took place at a European-style open-air café situated right on the riverbank. Michael took the lead, his dominance absolute.
Mr. Weber, the founder of Weber Corporations was visibly impressed that Michael had come in person. As they sat, Michael pulled out Evelyn's chair with a gentlemanly flourish that felt strange after the morning's hostility. He ordered both of them,two lattes, one with sugar for her, one without for him, a small show of power that made Evelyn's blood boil silently.
As the technical discussion progressed, Evelyn excused herself to the restroom. She needed a moment away from Michael's heavy gaze.
