The Cost of Silence

Harlan immediately got up to greet Pierce in an ingratiating manner.

“You're finally here, Mr. Pierce. Please, have a seat.”

With furrowed brows, Pierce snapped unceremoniously, “Are you annoyed that I'm late?”

“Oh, of course not. I'm honored to have my restaurant be blessed with your presence. How could I possibly criticize you?” Harlan then slapped his own mouth lightly and smiled apologetically