Clarissa stopped as Mr Caldwell interrupted, she regarded him over the top of her glasses with some concern as she didnt like to be interupted though could accept that she was -by now- waffling. As Lincoln paced around she looked him up and down 'look at him, looks like his first day at school, just needs the backpack' she thought to herself half listening to what he was saying, this caused a rather amused grin to cross her face, 'if he didn't interrupt me and have that silly accent he might actually be cute'. Clarissas thoughts began to circle themselves when suddenly there was the utmost foul odor present.
her nostrils flared and twitched in disgust, in the middle of the left table side, Mister Davies decided to light a cigar of all things. "Put that out damn it, this isnt a jazz club..." the CEO scalded holding her nose, "jesus wept.." she cursed moving away from the table a fair bit.
