Enna Clark had guessed he would refuse and felt a bit of a headache coming on.
She really couldn't afford to play anymore, one more round and she was certain she'd throw up.
But today, she was here to help him relax and take his mind off Skye Lawrence and the company's matters.
If she didn't play and Baron Lawrence didn't either, then she…
Enna Clark felt dizzy and her legs cramped up just thinking about playing one more time.
She had just stood up with her orange juice, about to say 'let's go line up', when the man beside her pulled her over and pointed ahead, "Enna Clark, which one do you like?"
She looked and realized he was referring to the stuffed animals inside the claw machine next to the chairs, and she was momentarily startled.
Before she could respond, Baron had already pointed at the snail in the middle and said, "This one is good, it looks like you."
