Atlas has never understood why girls put themselves down. They have something that can bring any man to their feet. They create lives but still they can't seem to appreciate themselves. Women were weird for sure.
"Sorry for your loss, Miss Rossi." Damn he hated the sad look on her face. He would rather see her cry in his bed than see the sad look on her face right now.
"Okay, Miss Rossi followed me. I hope you don't mind me asking these personal questions but I need to know if this job is your priority. We don't want a man as a distraction, do we?"
"You may have learned to speak up in your father's house, but here... is the Empire, silver-haired are in their husband's shadow, I suggest you do that too, so sit down you're embarrassing me," he said, darting his eyes away from me.