As she passed by Phoebe Lockwood's spacious and comfortable desk, she saw her leisurely reading a magazine, looking utterly relaxed.
Phoebe Lockwood intentionally met her gaze, her eyes filled with arrogance and what looked like a challenge.
Claire Sinclair couldn't be bothered with such a bizarre person. She finished her printing and went back to turn in her work.
Just as she was about to return to her seat, someone else called out, "Claire Sinclair, help me find a file!"
At the same time, another person chimed in, "Claire Sinclair, tidy up this mess. The higher-ups are coming to inspect the office this afternoon."
The words had barely faded when yet another person yelled, "Claire Sinclair, come help me take this report to the Media Department in a minute!"
Claire raised an eyebrow. 'Do these people think I have three heads and six arms?'
She instinctively glanced at Phoebe Lockwood and saw that she was still reading her magazine.
'Big deal, she's the governor's daughter!'
