Camila Ginger's eyes were red as she locked gazes with Sophia Yates. He had threatened her more than once or twice already; anyway, she was powerless to fight back, she had already given up all hope, so she forced a smile and said to Sophia Yates, "President Yates, what are you talking about? My life belongs to you."
But every time she put on that insincere, ingratiating smile for Sophia Yates, a surge of irritability that he could not dispel rose in his chest, irritated by her inner defenses and even more by her... resistance to himself.
Sophia Yates didn't speak. After a long while, as the cigarette ash fell, he rubbed Camila Ginger's lips with the tip of his finger. His voice was soft, but his words were harsh, "Sometimes, I really want to turn your smile into tears."
Camila Ginger shivered slightly, offering no resistance, but her eyes stared straight at Sophia Yates.
Sophia Yates said nothing. He sneered, released Camila Ginger, and then looked out the window.