Brinley couldn't believe Felix had hung up on her. He never hung up on her; she was always the one to end their calls. And now, he had just cut her off?
The anger she’d been suppressing due to Starla’s pressure erupted. Felix’s rejection was the final spark. She immediately dialed his number again. It rang once before being disconnected.
“He’s not answering my calls?” she muttered, her voice trembling with rage. Her fury mounting, she tried one last time, only to be met with the cold, automated voice announcing that the user’s phone was off.
That was it. The last of her control snapped. With a guttural scream, she lunged at the nightstand and swept everything onto the floor.
A cup shattered at Sally’s feet as she walked in. “What are you doing now?” she demanded, her face instantly darkening.
She had come to urge Brinley to start working. She had just spoken with Harriet, who, upon learning of the situation at the Yelchin estate, had advised Brinley to lie low and stop being stubborn. Harriet had even promised Sally a raise, which was the only reason she was still willing to put up with Brinley's antics. But her patience had its limits. She was an old woman, and she wouldn't be a target for these tantrums.
“He won’t answer my calls! He actually hung up on me!” Brinley shrieked, her voice shrill with betrayal. “How dare he? Has he forgotten everything I’ve done for him? The Fowler family wouldn’t be where it is today in Marina City if it weren’t for—”
“Miss, what are you saying? Hush!” Sally rushed forward and clamped a hand over Brinley’s mouth before she could say any more.
Didn't she realize what a dangerous time this was? Ranting about Felix here was suicidal.

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