As soon as she heard about learning English, Claire Sinclair imdiately refused. "Diplomatic English is too hard. I can’t be bothered to learn. And I don’t want to get involved in your business, so don’t drag into this."
Adrian Quincy made a aningful remark. "This ship of mine won’t be docked for long. You’d better get on board soon."
"..." ’That didn’t sound like his usual cynical advice. It sounded a bit profound.’
Claire Sinclair didn’t understand his cryptic way of talking and had no idea how to respond, so she simply fell silent.
The car drove on, eventually stopping near Astoria Tower.
Claire Sinclair was about to get out and leave when Adrian Quincy called out to her. "Hang on."
"Is there sothing you need, Mr. Quincy?"
Adrian Quincy didn’t answer. He got out, walked to the back of the car, opened the rear door, and climbed in.
The man suddenly sat beside her in the back seat. His domineering presence washed over her, making the girl freeze as her heart began to race.
Just then, she heard the sound of the doors locking.
Claire Sinclair snapped to her senses and demanded, "Why did you lock the doors?"
Without another word, the man gripped her chin. In a captivating voice, he said, "This mouth of yours... from now on, don’t run it recklessly outside, and don’t run it at ho either. Got it?"
"I didn’t..."
’Oh, crap. Don’t tell he overheard and Faye complaining last night?!’
’No wonder he was at ho so early this morning. Turns out he never even left last night!’
Just as she was getting lost in thought, the man flicked her hard on the forehead, snapping her back to reality.
"Why’d you hit !" The girl glared at him, her eyes wide.
The next second, Adrian Quincy raised his hand and gently pinched her chin with his thumb. "Consider that getting off easy. Next ti you run your mouth, I’ll get rough. Now, go to work."
SLAM—
The girl slamd the car door shut and fled in a panic.
The corner of Adrian Quincy’s lips curled into a devilish smirk. ’She got away fast.’
...
The content editorial departnt was bustling first thing in the morning. Phoebe Lockwood had brought a box of specialty snacks, placing a few small packets on each person’s desk. It seed there was enough for everyone in the departnt.
After she finished handing out the snacks, Phoebe Lockwood raised her voice. "Please, everyone, try so! These are a local specialty from my grandmother’s hotown. I had my cousin bring them over especially for . Please think of it as a little introductory gift from , the newcor, to all my seniors. Don’t be shy, give them a try. They’re delicious!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Claire Sinclair appeared at the door.
She arrived just in ti to hear the veteran editors chiming in one after another:
"Lockwood, you’re so sweet! These specialties from your grandma’s hotown are delicious!"
"Haha, Lockwood, you’re the first person in our departnt to bring in treats like this. If you run into any trouble with work, don’t hesitate to ask for help."
A polite smile on her face, Phoebe Lockwood replied, "Of course. Since I’m new here, I’ll be counting on everyone’s guidance."
"Lockwood, I interviewed your father once. He’s the most talented governor we have in Aethelgard. I want to write a feature on him one of these days, and I’ll have to rely on you for an introduction. Our governor is so busy, it’s nearly impossible to get a eting with him."
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