Eleanor didn't move. She kept her head high, but her eyes narrowed.
"He has no class and no respect," Zara continued, her voice getting louder. "He's a beast in an expensive suit. But I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, does it?"
"You are crazy Zara," Eleanor said.
"Let your son apologize," she insisted.
"You want an apology for Andrew? Here it is." He leaned over the table, his eyes locking onto his. "I'm sorry... that I didn't finish the job."
Zara gasped, her hand flying to her chest. "You're insane."
The heavy doors opened and the Chairman walked back in. He looked at the pale faces.
"Is everything alright?" he asked. Sensing the tension in the air.
Julian picked up his fork and gave his father a calm, perfect smile.
"Everything is perfect, Father. We were just discussing family values."
The Chairman sat back down, smoothing his napkin.
