Her perfunctory answer enraged Howard Geoffrey. Rebecca Quentin could feel an icy chill enveloping the entire suite. The consequences of his true anger suddenly crossed her mind. So, she turned her face and, with a resigned coldness, met his furious gaze. "Did you drag me here just for this?"
The two had never had such a heated confrontation before. The scene was almost comical in its intensity, but the tense atmosphere made it impossible to laugh.
"You'd better not take what I said lightly!"
Rebecca Quentin raised her eyebrows. "I don't know what my interactions with Mr. Jones have to do with you, Mr. Geoffrey. It seems we have no connection anymore. Mr. Geoffrey, you have plenty of time. You should be spending it with your fiancée, not wasting it here with someone as insignificant as me!" She spoke with pointed "politeness," her words laced with sarcasm and a clear reminder.
Howard Geoffrey roared furiously, "Damn it! Do you really have to talk back to me like this?"
