"Yeah, I just like that 'little milk dog' type. So, Redgrave, how about you do me a favor and let me have Yates?"
Zachary Redgrave looked at Sylvia Cross and rejected her flat out without a second thought. "No."
"Why not, Redgrave? He's just a little assistant. Just think of it as your good deed for the day and give him to me."
"Why the hell should I give you my assistant? Do I have to give you whatever you want? What do you think this is, grabbing vegetables at the market? You're a psycho."
Zachary Redgrave retorted without a shred of mercy. 'Running into an idiot like this who doesn't know her place first thing in the morning,' he thought, 'what rotten luck.'
Sylvia Cross had thought Zachary Redgrave would at least do her a favor, but she never expected him to be so difficult.
"Redgrave, you haven't even asked Yates what he thinks. It's not right for you to just reject me like this."
