The mood in the room dampened after Oska said those words. Then, he patted Zeno's back.
"I'm just kidding," he said. "Come on in and take a seat."
Zeno pursed his lips and entered, going to sit at the empty chair in the middle, but Oska placed his hand over it, gripping the backrest. "This is my seat," he said with a kind smile. Although, it truly wasn't kind at all.
"You can sit there," he said, pointing at the one at the very end of the table.
There were four tables inside the room, forming a square. Two tables were filled with vital production staff. Meanwhile, the other two were for the actors themselves. Managers, cameramen, and other 'least important' staff members sat on the floor.
Zeno stared at his seat. Each table had a spot for at least four people. However, there was a fifth chair on this particular one.
Oska was directing him to the fifth seat—one which appeared like it wasn't meant to be there.
