Seeing that the woman before him wasn't getting to the point, Maurice Ashworth's brow furrowed, and his voice deepened. "And?"
'And? Didn't I already say everything? Did I do something even worse? Why don't I remember any of it?' Anya Reginald looked up at Maurice Ashworth, her clear voice tinged with surprise. "What else?"
Seeing Anya Reginald's innocently bewildered expression, Maurice Ashworth's face darkened. "You really don't remember what you said to me?"
Startled by the way Maurice Ashworth was practically grinding his teeth, Anya Reginald quickly answered, "I remember, I remember."
"Then repeat it all for me!" Maurice Ashworth's expression softened slightly as he spoke in a leisurely tone.
Anya Reginald nervously bit her finger. "I called you a human trafficker, a scoundrel, and a pervert."
"And?" Maurice Ashworth prompted again.
"And..." Anya Reginald looked at Maurice Ashworth, her face pained. "Mr. Maurice, that's everything, isn't it? I can't remember any more."
