It seemed to have become used to Trixie's refusal, Frank was not angry, but reached out to untie the bag. "As you said, it is my business to like you and your business to refuse me." He set the food and pushed it back to Trixie. "Eat, it's your favorite."

Trixie glanced at him, said nothing, took the bag and turned to leave directly, never looking back.

She really couldn't understand. Clearly there were so many beautiful and younger girls in the company, but Frank only had his ...