Tango twelve o' clock: "We're warm!"

Too preoccupied with her work, she almost forgot to pay attention to the man who stood in front of her table, gazing intently into her eyes as if all he ever wanted to say was silence. She clicked her tongue in annoyance as she silently prayed for everything to end as normal as possible.

Another minute passed, but the man still hasn't uttered a single word.

Desperate to end the pointless silence relay she couldn't even discern, she let out a yawn, not bothering to hide her tiredness. "Mind your own shitty detective business and stay out of my unit's operation."

"I can't," he replied with an unchanging facial expression.

"Tsk. Look, I'm in a hurry. And whatever bothers you stresses me here. Spill whatever you want to say already!"

The least thing she wanted to have for this day is a skyrocketing anger that will eventually give her a headache and the cause of such will be a certain persistent millionaire trying to bring back what she had already forgotten and left in the past.

"Your trust. I want you to trust me one more time."

Her brain seemed to have a breakdown for a second then another after the other. Only the humming of the office's AC was audible in the room. No unnecessary shuffling of papers was heard and they held their breath while thinking how to respond to the reaction of the other person.

Yet, she yawned again before she could speak.

"Oops, that's definitely not gonna happen... A G A I N."