"Have you thought it through?"
Thomas Shannon's voice held a hint of indolence. Low and deep, it drifted into her ears.
Sophie Sullivan's nerves immediately tensed. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Will you choose for yourself, or shall I decide for you?"
This non-negotiable tone is so infuriating!
Sophie Sullivan gripped the telephone, stood up, and growled at Thomas Shannon on the other end, "Thomas Shannon, stop making my decisions for me! Who are you to me? What right do you have to decide for me?"
"Maniac, have I indulged you too much, letting you forget your place?"
In contrast to her exasperation, Thomas Shannon's tone remained unhurried, almost languid.
The contrast only highlighted her utter helplessness.
Sophie Sullivan laughed self-deprecatingly. "I don't need your kind reminder; I know my place. Am I not just the victim you bully?"
A long silence followed on the other end of the telephone.
