Chapter 754: Fortunately, I’m Not One of Your Kind

Chapter 754: Chapter 754: Fortunately, I’m Not One of Your Kind

After lunch, Claire Sinclair returned to Astoria Tower. She stopped by the restroom before heading back to her office.

After closing the stall door, she sat down on the toilet and, out of habit, took out her phone.

Just then, a few women came in, gossiping amongst themselves.

"I just heard from a friend at the Astoria Daily. Apparently, Claire Sinclair tried to go back there, but they didn’t want her. That’s why she ended up at our TV station."

"See? I was wondering how a woman like her got into our station without an interview. She must have paid a fortune."

"She’s rich, and she’s the President’s ex-girlfriend. Even though they broke up, she still has the connections. Someone like her never has to worry about finding work."

"Hmph... I’d like to see how long someone like her can last here. Our Sister Sophia is way stricter than the people at the Astoria Daily. If she doesn’t meet her performance targets, Claire Sinclair will get the boot."

"Heh... let’s just wait and see. I bet Claire Sinclair won’t even last a month before she’s out of here."

"Hush, you guys. What if she hears? That would be so awkward..."

The words had barely been spoken when Claire Sinclair calmly opened her stall door and walked out, stopping in front of the sinks.

The women froze, their faces betraying their unease. They quickly looked away, some pretending to touch up their makeup, others feigning preoccupation with their phones.

Claire Sinclair washed her hands, ignoring them completely, and then started to walk out.

Just as she reached the doorway, she stopped short and spun around.

Her sudden move made them all jump.

Claire Sinclair narrowed her eyes, her tone neutral. "If I hadn’t broken up with Mr. Quincy, would you dare say those things again?"

At her words, everyone gasped.

If Claire Sinclair hadn’t broken up with the President, the things they’d just said would be enough to ruin them in all of Aridia.

’How terrifying!’

Before they could respond, Claire Sinclair continued, "How pathetic. If every woman were like you, needing to lean on a man’s status to feel competent, Aridia’s future would be in jeopardy. Fortunately, I’m not your kind of person."

The women were rendered speechless.

Claire Sinclair gave a cold smile, turned, and left.

Just when they all thought she was gone for good, Claire Sinclair suddenly glanced back over her shoulder, making the women jump again.

The corner of Claire’s mouth lifted in a smirk. In a low voice, she said, "I’d never done anything to you people before. But now, you’ve done something to me. Just you wait."

With that said, she turned and left for good, not looking back again.

The women stood in silence for a long time before one of them finally dared to speak.

"Jeez, why do my legs feel so weak?"

"Mine too. I don’t get it, my legs feel like jelly."

"Look at you wimps. If she hadn’t broken up with the President, would she be here as a lowly intern? Does she take us for idiots?"

"That’s true. If they hadn’t broken up, there’s no way the President would let the First Lady work as an intern at a TV station..."

"Oh, so she was just bluffing. I was a little scared for a second, but not anymore."

Claire had just gotten back to the office when Mr. Lancaster informed her they were leaving in ten minutes.

Claire quickly gathered her things. She also packed the folders Sister Sophia had given her. She planned to ask Landon Winston to help put them in the car when she went downstairs, worried someone might snoop through them if she left them on her desk.

Once everything was ready, Claire Sinclair hugged the stack of thick folders and prepared to leave.