She'd always been so careful to flatter him. When had she ever given him the cold shoulder like this?
The anger in his heart wouldn't die down, but he managed to call out patiently, "What in the world are you throwing a tantrum about? Stella Lockwood, I came here today out of the goodness of my heart to remind you: don't go after Sean Quinn. You can't get that guy to budge for any project worth less than a few hundred million. He's never going to do that kind of variety show. Instead of wasting your energy on that, you should be figuring out how to get Moira Morton to accept your invitation..."
At first, it was quiet behind the door. Then, a blast of rock music erupted from within. She had never liked rock. Blasting it this loud could only mean one thing: she didn't want to talk to him.
'That little brat.'
