#Chapter 53: Crushed

At the end of the week, Angela pings me to tell me to meet her in the dining room at the pyramid. It’s a room I haven’t been to yet, wedged between the kitchen and the service entrance to the pyramid. I walk in tentatively and I’m almost scared for what I am walking into. The room is ornate with gold arches and jewels embedded in them. Red velvet hangs from every corner of the room. In the middle of it, there’s a massive wood table. More than a dozen chairs sit around it. On the end, Angela is perched in a massive red velvet chair that curves over her. I give her a small wave. She laughs and returns it. I walk across the room to meet her. “Little different than the warrior gym,” I muse, looking around. Angela laughs again. She waves around. “No statues of my dad. Are you disappointed?” I shrug and look down at the table in front of here. There’s like five forks and three spoons and eight knives. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head. “Are you having a feast?” I say.