Whether intentionally or not, Phoebe Lockwood bumped Claire Sinclair's arm, nearly knocking over her cup. Luckily, Claire reacted quickly and steadied it just in time, preventing the water from spilling onto the handwritten manuscript.
Phoebe Lockwood walked up to Henry Hartwell as if nothing had happened. "Deputy Editor, I'm here."
"Perfect timing. After you finish wiping the desk, go ahead and clean this mark off the floor for me. I don't know who made it, but they didn't even bother to clean it up."
The black mark looked like... chewing gum.
Phoebe Lockwood's face immediately darkened. She wanted nothing more than to just walk away, but she had to grit her teeth and get to work.
Henry Hartwell sat for less than a minute before grabbing his backpack and heading into the records room.
Claire Sinclair silently rolled her eyes. 'This woman is crazy.'
