Liz gave Finnley a withering look, but the insubordinate wench wasn’t looking.
“A job? have you lost your marbles? Can’t you see how busy I am? Can’t you see the value in everything that I do? It’s not about JOBS you daft tart! Are we ever going to move on from JOBS and JOBS and JOBS…” Liz started slamming her hand down on the arm of her chair.
“Steady on, old bean,” said Finnley as Liz began to sob.