She remained silent, and after a long pause, she finally spoke with a cold tone.
"Sorry, Mr. Boston, but right now I'm discussing business with you, not personal matters."
Her indifferent response successfully angered him. He jumped up from his chair, gripping the phone tightly, unable to contain his shout.
"I want to talk about personal matters. What's wrong with that?"
"Since that's the case, I think we can't continue this conversation. Goodbye."
Without another word, she ruthlessly hung up the phone. He was left holding the phone, saying "Hello?" into it for a long while, his frustration nearly making him throw the phone across the room.
Her tone made it seem like he was being unreasonable. Well, he admitted it—he *was* being unreasonable. He had lost control, but hadn't she pushed him to this point?
