Virginia's face drained white. She couldn't get a full sentence out.
"Mr. Butler... that's not what I..."
"I know your time is valuable, and maybe... no, definitely you don't care about a small amount like that, but our bank's operations..."
The crease between my father's brows deepened with every word. His patience was gone.
He tossed his phone aside and took a sip of tea.
"Walter. Show her out."
Virginia clutched at Walter's arm, refusing to leave, still running her mouth.
Only now the panic had taken over, and whatever filter she'd had was gone.
"Mr. Butler, we need that money—we really, really need it, we've got projects that aren't even half done!"
"It's not like you even care about that kind of money, right? So just—just leave it in the bank!"
Walter knew my father's temper better than anyone. He knew those words were enough to set him off.
He leaned close to her ear and hissed: "Who do you think you are, telling Mr. Butler what to do with his money? Get out. Now. You cannot afford the consequences of making him angry."
He was right. My father was already on the edge.