Defi saw Vesia tense. She took a deep breath and leaned forward to catch Dahall's attention.
"Isn't it great?" She asked, her tone falsely blithe. "I got my promotion and my first account in the same day. And this is like a celebration dinner. It's all a dream, isn't it?"
Dahall looked genuinely interested. "They promoted you just to take his account?"
"I asked that too!" She was suitably emotional. "Mestre Darred said I have put in the necessary time and work, what with the company being busy for so long."
"Oh?"
"Mestre Tennar said we needed more spice-mixers."
Dahall took on a look of surprise.
"A spice-mixer and a recently promoted clerk," the man laughed. "and yet you both already met the manager of the company and the lady owner. What luck you have."
"Bad luck," Defi openly grimaced. He knew what Vesia was doing, trying to lower his seeming value to the company. "The lady wanted to test my tongue and my nose."