Lunch at the VIP section

53.

A few hours has gone by and Annabel hasn't said a word to Roland, he tried his best to keep himself from staring at her due to the damn rule, but that was literally one impossible task to do. He just can't help but stare at her and the silence between them was making him so uncomfortable, he wants to speak to her so badly, just to hear her voice, he doesn't even mind if she's going to just insult him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Minding my business Sir, same way you should be minding yours." She replied, not taking her eyes off her computer.

Roland mentally rolled his eyes at her words. "You've been typing for hours, what the hell are you even working on?" He asked in pure frustration. He hasn't asked her to work on anything yet, so he wonders what she's busy typing for hours now.

"I'm busy."

"With what? As far as I know I didn't give you any work."

Annabel finally stopped typing, it's not like she's working on anything important, she just couldn't stay idle and chit chat wit