In the cab, Max drapes his arm around Clara. He knows that in her mind, there was a war going on. Her mind is fighting whether she should have backed down, accepting his invitation for dinner to show that arrogant fool that he did not really scare her and on the other, she felt she did the right thing. She would willingly swallow her pride and do what’s good for the company, but she would not let arrogant men like him win.
She leans against Max and sighs, ‘Max, did I do the right thing? It kind of scared me that if he took me to dinner, something else might happen. He looked like he would have been capable of taking drastic measures. What if I’m not as strong as I thought? If I couldn’t fight him back…’
He hugged her closer. ‘It’s okay Clara. He’s just a client. We can find another one. You are more important to us. We’ll just head out tomorrow and call it a day. Don’t worry too much. I don’t trust the guy either. You made the right decision.’