Chapter 787

Irene turned toward the person, who said, "Mrs. Jefferson? Mr. Jefferson has instructed me to bring you to the break room." Irene did not buy it right away, but instead turned toward Isaac. He happened to be looking her way, and nodded slightly—a gesture to say that he had arranged it. Relieved, Irene told the man, "Thank you." "If you'd please follow me…" The man said gentlemanly, and led the way. The break room was vast and decorated grandly ust like the hall, and Irene quickly took a seat on the couch inside. She wanted to rub her ankles but stopped herself, finding it inappropriate. "Would you like something to drink?" "Juice, please," she replied. "Sure," the attendant replied respectfully, and soon brought her a glass of grape juice. Putting it down, he said, "Just give me a shout if you need anything else, ma'am. I'll be outside." "Thank you," Irene said. The attendant closed the door as he left, but Irene could not relax—it was an unfamiliar environment and she