'How dare he?'
'How fucking dare that child of a man?!'
'What is he? Just 22 years old? 21? I'm years older than him? What feeds his ego that he thinks he could talk to me that way?!'
Lilian 's mind burned, turned and churned with thoughts like this, all about Darren Steele, throughout the visits to the other companies and places she had to inspect.
The thoughts and anger carried on to her flight back to Washington in the airplane. And even when she returned to the International Department Of Financial Integrity.
It was late at night by the time everything was over for the day, but Lilian wasn't resting, her anger couldn't let her.
Rain lashed against the reinforced windows of her office, casting streaked shadows across walls papered with flowcharts, property maps, and Darren Steele's corporate structure.
The room was monastic: no personal photos, only the hum of powerful computers and the sharp scent of ozone from overloaded circuits.
