he was the strongest presence

Layla readily agreed and filled a large bowl of food for Clark, with generous portions. 

However, unbeknownst to her, all her actions were being recorded by hidden cameras.

Jonathan sat in his office, smoking. 

Although the cameras didn't record audio, he could tell from Layla's actions that she was being particularly kind to Clark. How could she be nice to another man when he liked her?

"Nicholas!"

Jonathan called over the intercom. "Later, throw that newcomer down to the fourth floor!"

Meanwhile, Layla served food to all the prisoners and lingered for a while, reluctantly leaving after collecting the utensils. She wanted to speak to Clark again, but he seemed indifferent each time she tried.

"Boss, you're clever, really clever. The warden's woman is off-limits. Don't even acknowledge her. That's the safest bet!" High Tower flattered, though his true thoughts were quite the opposite.