'He's got some nerve!'
'Could he be any more thick-skinned?'
Charles Prescott saw that Anne Sutton had hung up. He tried calling again, but she didn't answer.
He stared at his phone, speechless.
Grace came in and placed a glass of warm water on his desk. "Sir."
Charles Prescott looked up at her and asked, "Is my voice really that unpleasant?"
After Henry Underwood returned, Grace had remained in the CEO's office, though her responsibilities were not as extensive as before.
"Not at all!" Grace said.
Charles Prescott was not lacking in any department, be it looks or other qualities.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had so many women falling head over heels for him.
"But Anne Sutton said the sound of my voice makes her want to throw up," Charles Prescott said.
"..." Grace said, "I suppose Ms. Sutton doesn't like you. When you dislike someone, everything they do seems wrong."
