Dennedy was getting more serious by the second as the expression on his face seemed to grow impossibly darker the longer Natasha remained silent.
Natasha could not begin to understand what he was mad about. It was reasonable that she had no right to tamper with the company's structure without Dennedy's permission, whether she was chairlady or not. He let go of her hand which she hadn't known he was still holding. The tightness of his hold had left them a little numb.
"Well," he sniffed, poured himself some more wine. "Aren't you going to answer me?"
"I might have gone overboard," Natasha conceded with a wince. He seemed really mad. "People call other people bitches everyday and it's really no big deal, it certainly wasn't enough for me to want to fire Jarvis. That was selfish of me beca
