"Director Sin, aren't you overestimating your own worth a bit too much? My meaning was very simple: as long as your design department can produce concrete, verifiable counter evidence right now, I will consider dropping the matter." The man began to slowly advance on her again, taking twisted pleasure in watching her face fluctuate rapidly from a ghostly white to a fiery, embarrassed red.
It was like watching a theatrical performer rapidly shifting stage masks.
Realizing she had completely misread his implication, Evelyn's embarrassment mutated into raw anger. Fine! She would call Enzo immediately and get to the bottom of this herself!
She pulled her mobile phone out of her blazer pocket, but the very moment she swiped to unlock the screen, a large, calloused hand shot out and snatched the device cleanly out of her grip.
Evelyn stared at him in utter disbelief as Michael casually slid her locked phone straight into his own trouser pocket.
