Why? Just why? Why did Kenzo order me to stay? Why did I agree?
I was supposed to say no. I was supposed to walk out with my head held high. Yet, here I am, picking up our dinner from the lobby.
I made my way back to our offices. I walked into Kenzo's office, and set the food down on his desk. Kenzo didn't look up at me. It seems that he really did have a lot of work to do. It almost looks like he's trying to blow through it as fast as he can while still being meticulous.
"Okay, enough." I said as I snatched the pen from his hand.
Kenzo's black eyes snapped up to glare at me. I set the pen aside, and pulled out his food. Kenzo watched my face as I opened his styrofoam container in front of him. Then I put a plastic fork in his hand.
After that, I pulled one of his chairs to the side
