With that, I turned to Elliot and offered a casual nod. "Thanks for the kind offer, President Presgrave." My tone remained polite, but I could already feel the subtle tension lingering in the air between us, something quiet yet unmistakably charged.
Before the moment could settle, Nigel rose quickly, his instincts pushing him forward. "Anastasia, I can take you back instead." His voice carried a hint of urgency, as though he was unwilling to let the moment slip beyond his control.
I turned toward him, steady but firm, keeping my expression composed. "Nigel, stay and finish your meal with Harriet. I'll leave with President Presgrave since we're heading the same way." I made sure my words were clear, leaving no space for misinterpretation, while also maintaining the balance within the pack dynamics at the table.
There was no room left to argue.
