The ice cream was freezing cold but, not cold enough to lower the temperature of Angela's heart. That peculiar tour only made her want this island more. She reached into her bedazzled bag and picked out her glimmering phone. After a few clicks she turned the phone around to face Thomas.
"What's this?" asked Thomas as he examined the picture of an eagle clutching a baby seal.
"It's our new symbol for our real estate agency." she grinned gruesomely. "Let's not use your uncle’s agency; let's just do it ourselves. It only needs to be the two of us, that way we get more profit."
"That's perfect! I'll open a new bank account right now!" he pulled out his black phone and, before he could unlock it, Timothy suddenly began to yell at his grandparents across the room causing Thomas, out of shock, to fling his phone into the disturbed air. It crashed to the floor leaving a highly noticeable crack stretching from corner to corner.
"You brat!" Thomas bent down to pick it up as the old woman across the room called out in her high pitch innocent voice.
"We'll pay for that."
He looked up and felt a fire build up inside him.
"Like you have the money" and he sat down still fuming from the outburst and the loss of his phone.
"So, I guess you will have to use your phone to create the account." He said as he heard annoying little noises arising from the grandma’s identical phone behind him.