Chapter 29

"So? Did he agree?" Snow leaned over the table, her body weight resting on her crossed arms as she eagerly fixed her gaze on Clair, her eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity.

Clair exhaled heavily, a sense of defeat evident in her actions, as she shook her head from side to side. Her voice carried a cold tone as she recounted the encounter, "He told me to get out of the office."

"What? How dare he?!" Snow's voice erupted with fury, her tone filled with righteous anger and disbelief. Her brows furrowed and her face flushed with indignation.

Clair shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, and lifted the glass of orange juice to her lips. As she took a sip through the straw, her actions betrayed a hint of resignation and frustration. "God! This situation keeps getting worse," Snow observed, her nostrils flaring in exasperation. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for Jill, who had promised to arrive twenty minutes ago. Snow's t