The room was very quiet, as if the sound of two people's heartbeats could be heard, different rhythms.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three minutes passed...
The cigarette between Jameson Shaw's fingers was also burnt out, it seemed he only took a single puff.
Suddenly, he raised his head, looking at her, those eyes were filled with bloodshot red.
Thin lips moved slightly, voice hoarse to the extreme: "Get out."
Tiana Thorne brushed back the hair on her forehead, her smile was naively bright, putting down the piece of paper with the phone number: "Call me anytime."
After speaking, she stood up, turned around, and walked out.
She left with considerable ease and tranquility.
She knew, Jameson Shaw was angry, his heart pained, but he had gained some trust in her words.
So, it seemed, she was one step closer to success.
Jodie Tanner probably couldn't rise again.
