Even through the phone, Claire Sinclair felt an intimidating presence.
She snapped her head up, searching for anything that looked like a camera.
'Getting caught by him this early in the morning... she was most likely under surveillance.'
'Damn it...'
'Luckily, from yesterday until now, she hadn't secretly picked her nose or her toes, nor had she run around her room naked. Otherwise, she would have died of embarrassment!'
'Wait, this isn't the time to be thinking about that.'
With him not physically present, Claire Sinclair grew a little bolder. "Mr. Quincy," she said, throwing caution to the wind, "I believe I made myself perfectly clear last night. I'm not used to living in such a large house by myself."
Adrian Quincy's voice was cold. "You have two choices: move out and live with your ex-boyfriend, or stay."
'Logan Linden was released this quickly?' The thought was Claire's immediate reaction.
"I can send you to join him."
"..."
