Chapter 36 He Is the Clown Here

• The man's deep voice was like a gust of cold wind that blew into her ear. Startled, Angela shuddered all over and nearly jumped out of her chair. "M-Mr. Heathcliff? When did you come in here?" How did this tall and strong guy manage to walk without a sound? He crept in just like… a ghost!
• Conrad reached out and put his large hand on top of her head. "It's a nice painting." You're quite imaginative, in fact. You're putting all your cleverness into daydreaming.
• Angela took his words as a compliment. After all, she had graduated from the best art school in the country, or she wouldn't have been employed by the human resources department as an exception. "Mr. Heathcliff, what brings you here at such a late hour?"