Kicking the glass table in front of her, Valentina interjected him rudely, "Shut the fuck up, will you?!" she screamed. "You know nothing! Nothing about that murderer yet you're here giving me shitty lectures. I don't care who you are," she exhaled out loud, her face completely scrunched up and unrecognizable, "But please...shut up!"
Raking her fingers through her hair in frustration, she hissed and no one bothered to stop her when she stormed out of the apartment with her assistant scurrying after her.
"Tilly," she called, as soon as they were out in the hallway. "My phone."
The assistant complied and handed her the phone, stepping back immediately she had done that.
"Will we be returning to the agency or home, Miss Mc—" Tilly tried to ask, when the sharp glare from Valentina cut her short.
"Take me to the restroom."
