"Finally decided to apologize? Too late. I won't accept."
Stan said nothing. He pulled out the chair directly across from her, the chair she had reserved for the major shareholder, and sat down.
Vivian's eyes widened.
"What do you think you're doing?"
She half-rose from her seat, alarm crashing through the contempt like a wave through a sandcastle.
"That seat is reserved. I'm meeting someone, someone important, and if they walk in and see you sitting there"
"You need to leave," she hissed, reaching across the table and grabbing his wrist. "Right now. Get up. You're going to ruin everything."
Stan didn't move.
"I have an appointment," Vivian continued, her voice climbing with desperate urgency. "I'm waiting for the major shareholder of Star Entertainment Company. Do you understand? A major shareholder. Not some, not you. Get up!"
Stan looked at her with an expression of mild, patient curiosity.
"Didn't you invite me here?"
"I didn't invite you. I invited"
Vivian stopped.
