If Valerie had a talent, that would be irritating someone just by breathing. There was something about her tone of voice and the way she laughed that could make anyone feel small. No matter how Fil thought she was immune to that, it still got to her.
"Filomena, what is the meaning of this?" this time, Rosalind joined in the fun. "A rock as a gift? Are you implying a memorial for the chairman?"
'Of course, she will join,' Fil mentally sighed but still maintained her composure on the outside. "Of course not, Madam Hale. It's —"
"Are you trying to embarrass our family?" Rosalind continued, portraying herself as the righteous daughter who was simply concerned for her father. "How could you gift the chairman a mere rock?"
