Hearing her colleagues' half-joking voices, Phoebe Lockwood wavered for a moment.
'If I could marry Little Prince Hale, I'd become the future first lady of Country K. That wouldn't be a bad choice at all.'
'As for Young Master Quincy…'
'By comparison, Little Prince Hale seems like an easier target. I'll give it a try tomorrow.'
'What if Little Prince Hale actually falls for me?'
...
Claire Sinclair was in no mood to listen to their discussion, her entire focus fixed on her draft.
Her train of thought was broken when a call came in, forcing her to answer. "Hello?"
"Hello, this is The Presidential Palace—"
Her heart skipped a beat.
Claire Sinclair hung up without a second thought.
'Are all scammers this dumb these days?'
'The Presidential Palace, really? Why not just claim to be the Bank of Aridia while you're at it!'
Her article wasn't finished, and not wanting any more distractions, Claire put her phone on silent and continued writing.
