Claire

I moved the glass away from my lips, managing not to choke by a hair.

"Elisa did that?" I gaped at Samantha as she nodded with narrowed eyes. Her lips were twisted up in a sly smirk.

"Yep. My mind can't bear the thought she's not fired yet. I really can't understand it." She lifted her tea cup and glanced at her dog that was lying calmly on the ground.

"Well, can you even understand anything about Stone-head?" I huffed and rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

"Mr. Mitchel Stone you mean." She gave me a hard look and scowled. I couldn't understand why she cared about me respecting...