Autumn did not stand when Jennings arrived. She saw no need to, and wasn’t sure she could avoid hitting him if she did. She sat and waited for him to settle down.
The waiter arrived with Autumn’s order in a bag. “What can I get for you, sir?” he asked Mr. Jennings, completely ignoring Autumn.
Jennings looked at the food ready to go and then turned to the waiter. “Just a drink, I believe,” he said.
“The usual sir?”
“Yes.” Jennings waved the man off. He did a sort of head bow and moved away. It almost made Autumn sick how subservient the man seemed to be. “Miss Masters,” Jennings said, leaning forward across the table. “What seems to be the problem?”
“The problem?” She asked.
He nodded. “Yes. You seem angry. Is there something to upset you? Have you finished with Steven? Are you worried that—“
“I haven’t finished with him,” she said, her voice cold and packed with an angry calm. “I never started with him. Not the way you meant me to.”