Clarissa lifted her chin with a haughty tilt, signaling for Abbey to continue helping the kindergarteners with their rehearsal.
She glanced over at Selene, still unable to wrap her head around how Selene and Gwyneth had become so close.
Pulling out her phone, Clarissa dialed Quentin James.
But as soon as the call connected, Quentin hung up on her.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance and called again. This time, she waited half a minute before someone finally picked up on the other end.
“Hello? Honey, I’m still tied up at work!”
Clarissa said, “I just saw Ms. Lockridge from The Lockridge Group—she came all the way to Charteris Academy just to see Selene.”
The moment Quentin heard “Ms. Lockridge,” he could practically feel his nerves tighten.
Clarissa pressed on, “Didn’t you tell me Selene took a job at Thompson Victory Technologies? But Ms. Lockridge made a special trip to see her, and it’s obvious they have a close relationship!”
She hesitated to mention that Gwyneth had slapped her—worried that, instead of sympathy, Quentin would scold her for getting involved.
“Ms. Lockridge must be trying to recruit Selene for QuanTech Innovations,” Quentin said, then quickly changed the subject. “Honestly, why are you so interested in what they’re up to? Look, since you met Ms. Lockridge, could you do me a favor and put in a good word for me? With your family’s reputation, Ms. Lockridge might actually listen to you.”
Clarissa faltered, her face still stinging. She dodged, “Oh, I really don’t know much about this business stuff—I’d only make things worse if I tried to help.”
In the shadowy corner of the auditorium, Gwyneth took a seat. “Miss Thompson, I think you know why I’m here today.”
Selene’s tone was steady. “Ms. Lockridge, you regret burning bridges with me so soon, don’t you?”
“Selene! You tampered with my data!” Gwyneth’s voice turned icy, her stare sharp and unyielding.
A chill seemed to radiate from her, but Selene, sitting right beside her, didn’t even glance her way.
Selene gave a low, mocking laugh. “Why would I bother? Maybe your team at QuanTech Innovations just isn’t up to the task.”
She looked Gwyneth squarely in the eye. “You’ve always been quick to cut ties once you’ve gotten what you want. I’d guess you’ve already lost a hundred million, haven’t you?”
Gwyneth folded her arms across her chest, her meticulously manicured nails painted a glossy pink.
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