It was 8 in the evening. Everyone was having dinner at the dining table. Every where part of the room shows it's worth. As if just by staring at it, it was slapping you with cash. Expected from one of the richest families in Europe. It was the same regular family dinner. Talking about their day and more often about the Mafia and the Company. Eleanor would often glance at you. She has an important soft spot for you which is rare since she is very cold and intimidating

Eleanor: Darling, why aren't you eating your steak? Eat properly, I don't want you all skinny.

Her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking you. She was telling you