"Tomorrow I'll have the accountant make a report for you to take a look at."
Sophie Sullivan, with a look of disgust, picked up Harry and walked away, "Who wants to see your report, go to hell."
Thomas Shannon quickly finished up the remaining noodles, wiped the corner of his mouth, and got up to quickly follow her.
At the staircase entrance, Sophie was grabbed by Thomas Shannon by the arm and was forcefully pulled back by him, "What happened that you're angry again?"
"Are you meeting women behind my back?"
Thomas Shannon pondered for a moment, "I saw the secretary at the company, does that count?"
"Thomas Shannon, are you taking me for a fool?"
"What?" Thomas Shannon's handsome face grew slightly dark, looking utterly perplexed.
Sophie grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him close, leaning into his chest, she sniffed at him, then angrily pushed him away, "You have the scent of perfume on you!"
