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I walk into the dining room and see it almost full of people eating. I look toward the main table and see her sitting at the head. I walk over to the table and stop at her side. I lean in close, making sure my mouth isn’t too far from her ear. “We seem to have a problem.” I stand up and feel eyes on me. It isn’t that no one is looking at me because many are. They are probably wondering who I am. It’s more so that the eyes on me are murderous. It feels like someone is slowly dismantling my body, piece by piece. It’s a peculiar feeling, and it’s also irritating. I look around briefly and find that the gaze belongs to that guy I saw earlier. I smirk at him and take a step back to allow Meena to get up. I let her lead as I follow behind her. We stop walking when we get into a sitting room.