Shirley Thorne stared at Mr. Digits' message on the screen, her almond eyes wide. She blinked uncomfortably, her feet swinging faster and faster.
Damn!
He had her stumped!
But then again, there was something strangely familiar about Mr. Digits' writing style. 'What is it?'
Shirley Thorne tilted her head. A moment later, she felt a wave of utter exasperation.
What the heck!
This Mr. Digits' way of talking was just like the richest man's. He also loved making things into a reading comprehension test.
She had the sudden urge to introduce them, just to see which of the two quiz masters was better at their game.
Shirley Thorne chuckled at the scenario playing out in her head. It took her a good while of laughing before she remembered to reply.
She picked up her phone, intending to fire off a long-winded reply, but she found herself speechless.
'That's right. I don't even like the richest man, so why should I care if he likes me?'
