Mrs. Farrell was drunk on the power of her own arrogance, entirely dismissive of the rebuke hurled her way. Arms crossed, she sneered triumphantly. "Oh? Feeling humiliated now, are we? I told you"

Before she could utter another word, Director Farrell clamped a hand over her mouth, his face pallid with tension.

Turning hurriedly toward Christopher, Director Farrell offered a placating smile. "Mr. Quinlan, my wife clearly didnt realize who she was insulting. I ...