"Should I simply agree to the company's demands?" Crescent pondered aloud, her uncertainty hanging in the air. She wasn't sure if she sought an answer from Georgi, who was engrossed in savoring the meal that was supposedly meant for her, or if the question lingered more as a rhetorical musing within her own thoughts. The company's insistence on this staged drama weighed heavily on her, casting a shadow over the decision she was contemplating.
Between bites, Georgi, his mouth still full, posed a practical question, "Do you have any other choice at the moment?"