"There is a cell phone number titled 'office'. Send a discreet text message there if you decide to keep the phone, so I won't shut it down, but keep it running for you instead. If not, don't do anything, and I will know you will sell the phone and I will shut it down," he said, offering to pay her bills that way, and at the same time, made a small move to open the buckle of the metallic watch around his wrist ready for her.
Before she could object to that suggestion, he all of a sudden bellowed out loud. "HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"