As their displeasure grew, I maintained my composure. "What's wrong? Did I say something inappropriate?"

Martin’s face darkened. He was quite unpredictable.

Jeremiah felt compelled to intervene. "Ms. Chloe, this is Bourdamun, not Foswood. Don't—"

Before he could finish, Martin slammed the table. He yelled at Jeremiah, "Who do you think you are? Do you have the right to speak here? Don't pretend to be something you're not!"

I shivered at his sudden outburst and involuntarily looked at Martin.