Looking at the impasse he had gotten himself into, Jean really didn't know what to do now.
He realized the boy in front of him wasn't bluffing, even though he wasn't wearing expensive clothes, the calm and patience that boy displayed made it clear that he was at least capable of exercising some power there, and not just him, but when comparing that against the Sra. Sterling on the other side who was losing it over a simple comment from the girl, the pressure on Jean became even more intense.
Isabella finally took a sip of her nectar and looked at the waiter with a small, sharp smile.
"We came here to have a pleasant dinner, not to take part in this hysterical woman's class meltdowns. Bring us our Hydra Fillet and tell Mrs. Sterling to sit down before her little show becomes the last social event of her life on this planet." Isabella said as if she were giving orders to one of her own employees.
