"I want all your access to communication I hold," suddenly Becca spoke like that, surprising him and very suddenly.
"What? Why?"
One eyebrow raised, looking at him. "Do you mind it?"
Tommy sighed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes. The girl he loved was standing in front of his desk, looking straight at him.
"Rebecca, I didn't mean I objected. You suddenly came in, telling me what you wanted me to do at work. And you also know that I communicate with my clients very often," Tommy explained.
This time Becca sat in the chair in front of Tommy's desk. She leaned back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Because I don't want you to secretly see Delly. You know, I have a very strong feeling that you'll see each other again. Well, even though you weren't the one who asked her first."