"Let me tell you, your skills might be good — no doubt. But haven't you asked yourself why the agency you've been working for gives you odd jobs instead of using your skills efficiently?" Without looking away from him, Zoey stared at him sternly, her eyes glinting.
Milo gulped down. Her words obviously struck his weak nerves. "It takes years --"
"How many?" Once again, Zoey interrupted his words as she shoved her question immediately. "Do you think one year is enough? Two? Five? Are you confident to say that they will recognize your skills in eight years?" Zoey added, arching her right brow as she studied his youthful front.
