Mr, Benjamin

Mr. Benjamin wasn't surprised when I mentioned the origins of who I was as an Asian, he seemed calm, I scored well enough for Benjamin, as he didn't look down at me.

The waiter came with our order.

"Wow," Mr. Ben said when he found out that the menu he was waiting for was roast beef. "You're going to love it, it's one of the best I've ever tried," I replied with a smile.

Benjamin immediately raised a fork and a knife as soon as we tapped the glass. I looked for a motive why Mr.Benjamin was so friendly and humble to treat me, if it was about this project, I made sure it was 80 percent in his pocket. Their presentation was good, and it seemed like they were working with full dedication, however, what was he wanting now during this lunch together? What does he want with me?