A twitch ran through Kris Cooper's temples, and the hand holding Vera Wave's wrist unconsciously tightened.
"What 'inclination' are you suggesting?"
The man's grip was like a vise. Vera felt as if her bones were about to be crushed.
"You are…" The man's eyes blazed with anger, as if he could unleash a torrent of fire to reduce her to ashes at any moment. Vera's voice trembled. "You are..."
She was too nervous to remember the correct term for sexual orientation.
To be threatened so closely by a man, with her hand still on him… At this moment, Vera felt even more on the verge of collapse than Kris Cooper.
RING!
The phone on the desk rang suddenly.
Vera shuddered and collected herself, hurrying to speak.
Glancing at the man's murderous gaze, she reached over with her left hand, picked up the receiver, and placatingly offered it to him.
"The… phone!"
Taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, Kris turned his head and spoke into the receiver.
"Who is it?!"
